what is it about (?) the heat

Handsel the pony rider

brought candle light to me

we shuddered outside in the heat

wind blew through the opened doors

and windows

it was summertime. You know how that goes...

Between the magic and the dangers

the sheets catching sunlight on the line

we could kiss like strangers

waiting for nightfall

waiting for the moon to shine...

In the pools of wax; marking tools for time

the seconds leave impressions

the minutes gallup and the hours fly by

bodies of light, a moth's wing

I drew a tattoo on your back while I listened to you sing...

And then Handsel rode by

you could tell by the bells and the caravans

juggling fire like a gun for hire

spinning pinwheels like giant fans...

He left a little flame

for you and I

He read a little note

and watched while I cried

He saw you pick me up and then continued to ride

once upon a time

into summer...