we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat.

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

– ashley jane

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