Remember the Heat

You've rolled away from me not quite asleep,
the air is heavy and a whirring fan
does nothing to relieve oppressive heat.
You muttered as you turned away, 'Too hot
to cuddle, love'. And so we lie apart.
Too hot to sleep as well, and in my mind
my own X-rated movie starts to roll.
I see us one hot summer afternoon -
entangled on a narrow single bed,
our naked bodies slick with sweat and love.

Do you remember how it was that day?
We felt a wetter slap, a splash, and when
we looked we found a puddle formed of sweat
that filled my concave belly, and we laughed;
then laughter turned to passion once again.
Tonight we lie apart on this huge bed
agreed that it's too hot to touch; yet now
the moonlight shows your eyes awake, on me,
and that slow smile to indicate you've watched
a movie show compatible with mine.