Heatwave

 Oh, baby, it's a heatwave
it's like we're living inside a hot mouth
bedroom window open to the 2am
glistening limbs trace these skin
playing dead around people who aren't kind
out one lid scanning for a place to hide

  till' were back here alone in this hot mouth
watching you sleep in the 2 am
manifesting tongue, the Word made flesh
nothing I have seen could rival your backbone
out of the damp cotton-like hilltop
oh, baby, it's a heatwave