Sweat

The crack in the clouds

creates a fissure of light,

but you can’t split the night,

you can’t cut darkness in two.

That’s why I’m loving the fall,

the air becomes still,

the marshes will fill,

and the sky will lower with cloud.

The summer was sweltering hot,

with no consolation,

unless you consider

the need for clothing was light.

Short skirts and low waistbands,

Rare bellies and busts,

no wind gusts to savour at all.

Just a glimmer of sweat in the night. 

The key is surrender,

and that’s what we did,

that’s what we’ll do. 

We’ll strip off our clothing and sweat until two,

we’ll strip and we’ll sweat until two.