Swelter

[swirlofhues]

I crushed lemon into the pink-jumble of peaks and ice.
His sweat formed canals down my shoulder
as he pressed his forehead further into my skin.

“Drown me, I’m hot as fuck.”

He watched me collide the arctic with his cup; his arms
ribboned my body, reaching
for the drinks.

I gave him a private smile and sunk against his body.
We were a gyre of heat and bones, and I felt his fingers
thread into my hair.
He brought his face closer,
and my hands faded further
as I grabbed a cup and pressed my mouth against the glass.
I drank until I saw his lips
parted through the crystal.
“I can’t drown you anymore.”

He laughed into the hallow of my neck,
“I’ll find other ways”.
And then he kissed me.


(I'm horrible with poem titles and I never name them. I just threw this on. Help me with the title if you want.)

[Deadboomerang]

Am I correct in thinking that this is about someones relationship with alcohol...how it is like their lover and how it solves all their problems?

If not...I apoligise, I havnt meant to interpret it all wrong.

Either way, I really like this.

[swirlofhues]

haha, wow, you took more out of it than i did. it's actually just about a hot day in the summer and we were trying to find ways to cool off :). thanks for reading it, and you can interpret it any way you'd like.

[thecurerocks182]

haha, wow, you took more out of it than i did. it's actually just about a hot day in the summer and we were trying to find ways to cool off :). thanks for reading it, and you can interpret it any way you'd like.
lol...i thought this was a seductive piece so when i read "drown me, i'm hot as fuck" it made me laugh...anyways nice job in taking the most simple idea and inadvertenly creating multi meanings of it