August Tola Poem by aurin squire

Tropical languor on a breezy day
Even jungle creatures resist instinct.
sulking in trees, the damp underbrush lay
too humid to growl, two dazed eyes unblink.

low tide in the rock pools, tea cups unstirred
high noon in the coast mountains, bleached rocks burn
liquid clear heat waves ripple the horizon blurred.
leaning sideways into August downturns.

Thoughts smear and stick to the hollow gray skull
'I love you's become a shrug and limp smile
brown bodies hammock'ed into rusted hulls
summer days test our reptilian wiles.

Steam tingles the neck, emotions uncorked
our mouths blossom serpentine red tongues forked.