Heat of the Night

It didn't matter how the summer heat stuck to our skin
pasting our shirts to our chests and shoulders, hair glued
every which way as the light breeze drifted in through
the window, but was never enough to completely soothe
the eyes and let sleep drift into our minds.

It was as I laid next to you, touching but not cuddling
for the summer heat felt like flames on our arms
heads turned toward each other, eyes meeting eyes,
not smiling, not laughing, however sharing
a quiet moment where words were not necessary.

The air mattress squeaked when we moved
however we were motionless as the moment drew
on, eyes barely blinking as you brought your lips
to mine, sparking more electric flames down my spine
and spreading the heat of love into my body.

I did not care that it made me even more warm inside
and that the humidity in the air stifled my movements.
No. It was about how I knew I trusted you, how exes
did not matter, histories faded into the sky as the clouds
grew black over the sun, letting the stars peak through.

It was about in that moment of the heat of the night
my heart opened up just a little more, a little farther
than anyone had ever been let in. It was about how
that one look shared between us shared more
than just the sight of each other's faces.