THE HEAT OF MAN
Cheryl Townsend
From the building
to her car
the heat
wrapped her in
like a vacuum
Imploding
Temples beat
ancient tribal
rituals in her
head
Under her hair
natives danced
to rain Gods
Begging in
foreign tongues
for salvation
Offering the
virginity of
her love
Offering
the sacrifice
of her body
Offering all
that which
was not theirs
Heat is like
a man
Offering what
he can not give
as he wraps you
imploding
in tribal beats
that dance in
the vacuum of
your hair