Slipping into an old poem about you
(because
let’s face it
they are all about you)
and remembering the familiar feeling
sudden warmth
stepping into hot dry summer
and feeling my skin tighten
moisture
stolen by the Sun.
So center, so overwhelming bright
as to be suffocating.

It is like living it all again.
I can smile
but under that warm feeling is
an ache.
Like age in the body
that wants for
a remembrance of youth.