Heat Lightning

My palm sweat bullets
Wanting you to hold my hand
And my eyes kept jumping
Sideways to see if you was
Looking at me.

But alls you did was stare
Out at that big ol’ oak
Way out in the clearing
As we waited for the
Heat lightning to spit
Across the sky again.

Then you said,
Heat lightning makes me
want to pee.

I watched your mouth move.
I watched the new curve on your
Chest outlined against sky.
Long strands of hair
Blew away from your back
As the lightning struck
Quiet and bright and far away.

And you never even knew
About the heat that struck
Up between my legs and how
My body spit out a liquid
I didn’t know I had.


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