His Heatwave Poem by Susan Lacovara

Fool was I to think you were the sun
For that blazing moment of beauty
Come undone...

If I had worn my shades
Maybe you wouldn't have noticed
The folly in my eyes...
And how, now, it dies

Had your warmth not been scorching
Setting my skin to fire
I could've walked away unscathed
Lines seemingly rehearsed, replayed...

Fool was I to think you were the sun
Looming and luring me into states of undress
Sweating in the sweetness of your stare
Both my spirit and my soul, left upon the chair

I found winter, last, so merciless
But this...in summer, in sudden surrender
Fool was I to think you were the sun
Come undone....