Sultry Season
Scorching sun burned
my sunscreened skin
Soaked all over,
even under my chin.
Sweat rivulets steadily
send electric shivers,
flowing down my
sinuous spine.
Stifling like a canned sardine
stewing in the car's heat,
a cooling swallow of life's elixir,
sure to make a quick retreat.
Seeking shadowy spots
I skip, trying to sneak away
but the shamal swiftly slapping me
for such silly child's play.
A searing doorknob, finally home
showering hot steam from the cold tap
safe in bare essentials, unwilling to leave
into sunny sinful trap.
Note - Shamal is a hot, dry wind blowing across the Persian Gulf in summer, typically causing sandstorms.
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