When It's Hot

When It's Hot

I like it when it's hot and the rain pours all over my whole soul.  It makes me feel so real that I can scarcely sit still.  There's a cleansing in the rinsing that I'm sensuously sensing.  How so I do not know but it makes my blood go like a  hot lava flow.

I like it when it's hot because the heat hits all the right spots that I've got.  My mind drifts and my body's no longer stiff.  It's like I've felt what it is to melt into a soothing oozing of my own choosing.  My wounds heal where there's been a bruising.  I rise like a vapor in a mist that I've kissed and all I want is more of this.

I like it when it's hot because I become fraught with warm thoughts that carry me away into the bliss of yesterday with no worry about tomorrow's sorrows.  I feel that I have more time that I can borrow and from what I can see this was meant to be.  It's like the heat I greet has become a part of me and from what I see this is what it means to be free.

I like it when it's hot because it evaporates all of the moans and groans from my ancient aching bones.  To be sure I've found the ultimate cure and all I have to do is absorb the refractive attractive ripples of waves that heal all that is ill.  It's like heat has some kind of sex appeal.  You don't have to talk to her because she communicates with as much as a touch and I thank her very much.

I like it when it's hot because I'm reminded of hot forget me nots.  It's when roses strike their poignant poses.  It's when the pretzel juxtaposes like a divine grape vine.  It's when the heart beats because it's replete with heat, never stopping in a rhythm that has its own sound with every pound.  I'm reminded that life is all around to be found.  Heat swipes to wipe away the tears of a clown.

I like it when it's hot for I was meant to lie over a heat vent.  The warm soft air pours over my whole soul.  It helps me sleep and it wraps me in a quilt that grandma built.  As I drift away into a land of bliss I will dream of Christmas.  There is no other place like this.  How so I do not know but it makes my blood go like a hot lava flow.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When being hot hits the spot.

November 20^th, 2013