LadyDorian

Eve of July Embers of life crackle and dance In the stagnant air As I light another sparkler And draw the end to my lips Like a rainbow-colored cigarette. The howling children out past curfew, The hum of air conditioners And the hazy glow of streetlamps All melt into the sultry night. I watch from my front steps, Sandwiched between a lighter And a bottle of beer, Quietly inhaling the smoke and perspiration, While fireflies crash blindly Through the darkness. As these days drag slowly Through thickened heat and steam, I begin to long for the touch of cool skin And ice-cold lips— A frost bitter enough To break this

                                         IV.      The events of that night seemed to melt into the background. When we met the next day, he acted like it hadn't happened at all, simply smiling and blabbering about insignificant things as usual. Though I was glad to put it behind me, my heart couldn't quell its terrified pounding whenever he was near. If Ryan ever tried something like that again, I might break down c