After The Rain

After the rain humidity lingers
Warm on skin like summer sex
Dark, thick, it lures as temptation

Behind cracked blinds
Sunburned bodies press to wet sheets
Sweat pools in the curves of brow
Splattering like raindrops upon breasts

Glazed fingers run across the small of backs
Sticky palms reach for intimate moments
Tiny car crashes

On full moon hangovers we’re currents of blood
Vessels of ash, reaction, desire
We’re block parties and dance floors
New shoes and stitches, perfectly baked skin

Summer rain passes like strangers in hallways;
It does not linger

Chilled like air-conditioned sweat
Blood drains from fingertips
Gone is the rouge curve of summer smiles
Hands skimming skin like
Unfinished books scattered about the house

Behind red wine, in “No Time for Hobbies” t-shirts
In headless self portraits
Body realigns.

Anxious like 3,000 miles
Bitter like tongues bitten
Summer is a boat docked, bumping the sides
Its tethers a bit too loose.

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About Anna Paige

Anna Paige is a writer, poet, and photographer advocating for live music culture, visual and performance arts, and the creative class in Montana through writing. More >>