Baked

this is

a 

different 

kind of
heat

a different
kind
of light

one that pours 

golden hot

butter 

from blue

sky

one that sizzles

over backs 

of 

legs 

and 

necks

like the melty

warm

electric 

glowy

haze

in that

place we

used to go

don't fight it

let it wash over

and 

under 

and 

in
through woven fibers

and then into nakedness

let it turn

our hair

into warm blankets

and

toast our flickering lashes 

 let it simmer and singe

and burn 

away 

the things

we don't care 

to think 

about

today