Hazy clouds hung over the city

Creating a cocoon of heaviness

That clung as smoldering steam

Awake in a room with five windows

A breeze, not even a hope

A house with sixty-six windows

And only one wheezy window

Air conditioner

One cool room filled with two brothers

And two other sisters sleeping, innocently

My mind racing with sensual thoughts

Had crowded me out of their presence

Love.

Intense sensations electrified

Coursing through inflamed

Blooded vessels to my core

And back out again

The combination left me in a pool of sweat

As I writhed in the agonizing

Bloom of first arousal

Newfound sexuality, an ache,

Wore on through sleepless hours

Miserable ecstasy slowly ebbed

Into dullness

Into the escape of dreams