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