IN THE HEAT OF DAY
A peaceful warm day.
Scents of flowers fill the air;
So do summer flies!
Mother, child are you bleeding
Watching the world come down
The doors are locked, the streets are cold
Are you buried in the world's soul
Spiritually entwined
To live until you die
Mother hold my soul
And sew my pockets full of rubies
Take the candy from my teeth
And be please buried with me
Child holder of my soul
Asking help and talking tall
Bury my hands in your eyes
And let the both of us die
Caring earth holding faces
Of those we both hold dear
Hold us close
And bury both
Inside the home
Where we had grown
Mother, child are you bleeding
Watching the world come down
The doors are locked, the streets are cold
Are you buried in the world’s soul
Spiritually entwined
To live until you die.
In the silence of autumn’s wonder, dancing
Playing soft against my soul, unspoken light
Writing poetry and peace in my heart, entrancing
Birthed by stars and moon, who hold such insight
Aware that every breath describes joy romancing
Feelings warm and wild, pouring out hope to write.
Wind whispers through the ears of distant lovers as the sun hides behind ominously positioned clouds
where their gray cast shadows on quiet hearts
quiet minds, & quiet eyes alike
Poor lovers, transfixed by natures embodiment of their undisclosed truths,
words no more manageable than a peep escaping a ducklings throat
Eyes shut wide, glued by dependance
Waiting for mama to come, waiting to be fed
But there is no food here, just gray
& mama will not come it is just you and i
& the feelings we dare not bare
Starving ourselves
waiting for spring to melt the ice away
In the heat of the moment you lost your dear friend
With that mean, nasty e-mail you weren't gonna send
You're so quick-tempered and course
Four wives filed for divorce
Your heated moments tore ties which won't mend
10/20/22
it was just a speck of dust
in her eyes
that made her visualize
a desert of drought
which required
her tears
12th August 2021
smart cop from Philly
bigoted Southern sheriff-
...call me Mister Tibbs!
Love finds itself fading away. "In the Heat of the Night" sweat from your inner possessions In the heat of the night.
Sympathy sets in like a thief in the night awaiting at gun point leaving no room for escape.
Exhausted, crushed as if depression has caught up as one sinks down low with moments of valleys and peaks that lead to episodes of disappointment & pleasure like a enemy who enters...
"In the heat of the night" leaving unreal illusions of maybe so, are just laughter with no room for escape.
It hurts so bad, inferior, second rate, unpleasant, unwelcome and unfavorable.
In the heat of night all hell breaks loose.
It's like a forbidden fruit, the taste of rotten legacy in the pit of your stomach as it's juices run down the frontal part of a naked body lost & alone poisoned by the forbidden fruit.
It's in the heat of the night that the forbidden fruit comes ALIVE...
just to be faced with reality of truth.
I weave through blazing flames
Fanning my scorching heart
Spinning sparks attempt to tame
Not even a gram of pain subsides
All that is magical gone - my existence torched
A helium filled heart taunting me
Floating high escaping my grasp
As the smoke clears I see
His embers still burns for another
All that is magical gone - my existence torched
.
In the heat of
the moment
Split irrational
decision making
Leaves both
party's concerned
With a deep
sense of regret
In the Heat of the Moment
What do you do when you get in those
awkward positions where you just don’t
know what to do?
I mean, you know that you should
tell, but you’ve been conditioned
by the culture not to.
Snitches are persecuted and ridiculed.
They become outcasts as the masses
disassociate themselves from such a man.
So in the heat of the moment, you stop
and let the madness continue before you.
You try to carry on as if you saw nothing,
but something inside of you tells you that
you should have spoken up about what
you just saw.
Spare me the goof,
O dear Captain,
Hear the rattling mess tins,
My dear old kit bag,
Worn out in action,
I lost my hold-all,
The spare drawers’ cotton,
A half-full water bottle,
Almost emptying my Haversack lunch,
The sun is scorching,
The camouflage is withering,
The cover is blowing out,
Silhouetted we crawl,
The impetus is gathering, hell no,
The attack is uphill, so soon,
O dear Captain,
Silver-tongued Captain,
Think so fast, so fast like never before.
‘In The Heat of The Night’
The night is sultry and the languid breeze
Smells of sticky sweet Jasmine
As it clings to each salty bead of sweat
Dripping…
Dripping…
Dripping…
From your brow, onto my breasts.
Waves break in the distance
Echoing each tangled arch
And the sea, the warm, wet, surgent sea
Cools in a steaming mist against our feet…
Ebbing…Flowing…Ebbing…Flowing…
Stirring molten love’s embrace
Like ‘Dante’s Inferno’…
Until the flaming, unbridled, night is stolen--
By the rays of the morning light.
deborahburch©
07/24/2012
Twisting in to glimpse your chest undulating,
(Mine surges with your ear to my ribs)
A letter framed between fruit, caught the street light
Glitters gold and orange, blurred in the rain windshield;
My fingers run the road on your head,
U-turn as they yield toward the back,
And you shutter, eyes close, neck up,
Lips spread, and gasp while I coast forward.
You pressed hard, harder, to my breast
Carrying my other hand along you seat,
And your fingers twinkled along my arm-
Goosebumps injected through my leg.
You tug at my collar, drawing me in
Until your espresso eyes burned the dashboard‘s time,
And the door opened, defrosting the windows,
Leaving me with perfume and your print on the cushion.
in the heat of the night
elegant, authentic, articulate
around her neck
fine ornamental jewelry
she walked majestically
she was confident and sure
with smiles she came to him
he embraced her tightly
then kissed her passionately
romanticism was all the air
solid brass was the decor of the room
in finishes were chrome and antique gold
she moaned
he responded with a grunt
then she collapsed into rubble
then became a heap of dust
he stood alone
stranded lost in questions
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