home — the tropics

i want to give you a sweaty hug
direct your arms to
slice through the heat
and reach for me
my heart is a fireplace for you
in a place where
everywhere is hot
i hope that i can be
your favorite source of warmth

my hair and clothes are wet
from the morning drizzle
but i still want to embrace you
the first moment we come together

the rain here is an inconvenience
the floods beg us to leave
and days of our lives are snipped short by traffic
yet our feet stay planted in
the muddy soils of the tropics

Tiger in a Tropical Storm, Henri Rosseau