lazy float limbs
film a surface
like leftover lily

leaves & i am now
some symbiont
of this too-hot
pool still more

cool than all that
overhead ocean
of desert air

too hot to not
let him logroll &
sink me sans a
shriek or splash

i feel
too much
like less

ultraviolet
revelries writhe atop grit
with saltwet licked limbs

how little
things are
thought on

from september

day's fervid breath
summons sweat
& beads left little
hairs tacky upon
my hot neck like
6 year-old post-
finger-food lunch
fingers vicegrip
in this so-called
adult hand beside
a busy street back
to a highway hotel
on a last gasp (read:
dying fever breath) of
summer september day