Sweat beads careen along my body like wet diamonds 
It's getting hard to distinguish these clothes from my skin 
I imagine myself melting 
Staining 90 degree concrete with chocolate puddles of my being 
The Georgia heat weighing me down like unconfessed sins and grudges held too long 
I am still struggling to master the art of forgiveness and 
Apparently this heat is much like me cause it is facing the same dilemma
But the heat does forgive. 
It is forced to surrender to the cool that night brings just as I surrender to the serenity granted by God 
And yet I still melt. Cause although the sun is gone I am still in the presence of heat. 
Her. 
Sweet heat like spicy barbecue or candied Mexican chiles 
She simmers and Draws me in like flowers attract bees with the desire to pollinate 
I told her: 
I want something sweet that won't leave me wanting something else. 
She said:
Have me. 
I wonder if I sink my teeth into her would she burst in my mouth like ripe green grapes Overwhelming my taste buds with her sweetness
Or would she burst into flames 
Causing me to spontaneously combust
She leaves trails on my skin 
Luring me to touch a stove that I know is hot 
Willing to get burned if that's what it takes to get close
Its getting hard to distinguish her skin from mine 
Her sweat from mine 
But her sweetness is unmistakable 
I wish I could inject her into my veins like insulin but if I could I'd probably overheat 
Cause her sweet and her heat are a package deal 
This fire emanates off of her turning my chocolate self into hot cocoa 
And we blend into some concoction not offered at Starbucks.

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