Long hot nights

nighttime...a public blend
of spirit and sex
pointed toes, I'm thinking
of what's next,
standing in the very back
of the hall
I close my eyes, taking
in it all
I'm warm and worn out, want to be rid
of this guise,
I'd have done this now,
no need to compromise
the air is thick and sticky
think I'm starting to drown,
my knees won't gel-but break
and it all comes tumbling down
Like me, falling into your arms
-wait,
just before you can catch me
I awake
and I'm here again,though
I never left here,
the only existing fantasy
was that you were near,
was that head-to-toe we were
all touch, all skin,
was that angels envied our
rewriting of sin,
green-headed deamons
are left behooved
at our being bound together
by locks that move;
contact never breaks-
Jesus, it's hot-
kind of like a bubble-

you're about to pop