Warm nights

It’s warm,
Too warm to sleep
Yet he manages

Thick air clambering at his throat
Musky claws grasping at his clammy skin
Studded with jewels of scented sweat
Glistening in dim light, he struggles to breathe
A deep gargle of pollen clad air
Causes a snort of suffocation
The mask of intoxication
Peeling back his dreams
Leaving only a crisp clean layer
of subjugation

Yet somewhere
on the other side of town
She lies awake, shivering
Pressed against frigid sheets
Knees tucked into her chest
Dithering in the tepid air
Yet all the while thinking
Of a man she once knew
And how warm it used to be