Childhood memories deflate like
old and tired balloons,
yet images of sleepless
summer nights in new york remain.
Windows opened wide
without a breeze to stir me,
sweat glistens my body
like an erotic film star.
I try desperately not to stir
and add more heat to
the merciless evening.
Idle thoughts wash over me
marooned on a sea of inertia
waiting for exhaustion to overwhelm
and rescue me into sweet dreams reprieve.
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