The heat kicked in, in an almost vindictive way. It seemed to say it had spared us up until now. It was one ten in the day time though, and eighty-seven at night. No way to stop it. If you killed someone, it would be blamed on the summer insanity. The heat so persistent it made you lose your mind.

I sit quietly, the heat doesn't bother me as much as most. I will admit that it is god awful hot, but other than that, I won't complain. It brings out shreds of need, want, and heat in me. I try to ignore them, but I want to quench myself. I don't know how though.

A sigh in the night. I can't sleep when it is this hot. I sit awake, stewing in my own juices, wanting it to cool down so that I don't feel like I am cooking. I hate that feeling. The stars shine brightly, telling me secrets. My mind can't hear them though, I am too tired, too confused to care. I want the heat to die down on me.

This is the heart of summer. The dried up fire time. It won't be long until we come out on the other side and it is frigid and I can't feel the summer heat in my heart anymore. I will long for the heat, for the passion, for the heart of my heart. The summer cooks me, but it brings out my flavor, a unique spice all its own.

I miss having someone to spend my long summer nights with though. I miss working through the heat, and letting the cool night kiss my skin. Until we meet again loveys, thank god for the passion of summer.

Briannan