July heat

it enters right through
the middle of my armpits and keeps the thick hair
confused to the introductory giggle
and then it keeps on staying
on a perspiring state
rushing through the shoulder
blade and keeps the tinge on
the esophagus
this slimy feeling and yet so
delicious to the palate until
it slides direct to the
cozy chamber of
my heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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