It's Pretty Warm Today...

...in Ohio. Decided to write a poem about it.

Indian Summer

This isn’t poetry
The lines of symmetry that connect your tan skin
To my bronze
Are man made tangents
No stars collided and oceans parted to form this union
This lightheadedness
Is from the thin air
We both floated upon
Last night
The veil that is easily pierced
By your denial and my denial
The pending fall to Earth
Is expected

This temporary heat
An unexpected holiday
From the blistering cold
Won’t lull me falsely into calypso coolers and
Sunglasses again
Winters approaching
Whether we are creating adoration or
Constructing hate
There is no autumn in love
And definitely no Indian summers
Either our mercury boils
Our the cold kills

Because this isn’t poetry
And no matter how well dressed and impressive
Our unexpected meetings are
They are still fleeting
Still transitions
Between our everyday, all day loves affairs
And our imminent life apart
No matter how bright the nights
The red, oranges and yellows gleam
They signal the bleeding of life
Out of what was once vibrant