We are both naked
My wife is stretched out on her bed
She is not covered
The night is celebrating her nudity
The noise of the weak fan fills the quiet room
There is no natural air
I am thinking about the fires of hell as I sit here on the cool stone floor
This is my last refuge from the heat
The magazine that I am reading has included an interview with the devil
Who notes that he too finds the current temperatures unbearable
And longs for the cooler winds of the later months
Avignon
July 3rd 2019
03:35 am