Yet Another Blog

This is what I feel was the best poem I wrote through the summer. I haven't been writing in a while (like I said in my previous entry) so I don't know if this one is okay. (I'm a little rusty.)



Between deep, measured breaths
her eyelids fluttered
to let the sunshine in,
and she would feel

silverware alongside blessings
and the smell of freshly cooked vegetables;
the forecast of temperature
and the sheath of sweat,
sticky; the fan in the corner
blowing warm breeze,
and the heat rolling out
from between her legs that told her
a new month had begun.

Her eyelids shut again
as she sighed
and savored the rest of summer
in deep, measured breaths.