Christened
first a glow and then a glisten
like dawn, breaks forth sticky sweat
an acolyte by solstice christened
droplets form, then rivulets
off the brow and in the eyes
upper body soaking wet
fown the back and to the waistline
hasn’t reached the nethers yet
coming down like salty rain
next, there’s squeaking in the shoes
showing shadows great disdain
sun’s now turning up the screws
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