That Rip of Skin

That signals sun smears broils upper skin I should move but eyelid strength defeat the rising sizzle grass whips the back of knees Ants bow head in praise of shadow and butterfly melts to swooning plant Too hot Too many silly balls to say silk licks it lips on satin skin and breath feels newly taught where muscle pulls towards the echoes of the heated breeze A drink so close to tamber a slight of thirst but a stretch too much too much sun -Tamber is made up but i like the sound