Summer Night

I lay still
My toes curled and my eyes glazed
The heat coming inside from the summer night surrounds me
Pores tingling with discomfort 

I sigh
Lungs grow and shrink
Stretching the tiny criss crosses of thread
That make up this cotton shirt embracing my ribs

The roaring blur of the fan
Blades whipping and slicing like a sword cutting the air
Breeze barely a whisper on my skin
A lion's snarl just audible above the sound of the stars

My tongue slips over my chapped lips
Rain on a dry, drought infected land
Cracks are filled with desired moisture
I close my eyes and drift into restless sleep

Reviews

[Jazmen]

I enjoyed reading this, it can be relative to more than just a, say, hot southern night, I actually was reminded of the lack of comfort when you're sick. Or plain restless in the mind.
And I liked how every little thing was amplified in the heat you were illustrating in the poem.
"The roaring blur of the fan
Blades whipping and slicing like a sword cutting the air
Breeze barely a whisper on my skin
A lion's snarl just audible above the sound of the stars"
The last one with the lion's snarl is hard to comprehend, because the stars have no sound - at least no sound we can hear. But I love that sort of outrageous composition of metaphor/thought/analogy, whatever you call it. because it makes the reader imagine. Stretches the mind..
Like you're simply stating there is an inaudible roar or sorts and awesomely all you can focus on. The sound beyond the sound of nothing. Restless roaring in our thoughts.
I like to find poems that make me stop and read again.
Nice work.

[Marie]

You capture all the discomfort of a hot summer night in this poem. I feel the real neeed for air conditioning.

[khalid]

very nice poem with wonderful words picking make very sweet flow..
i have really enjoyed reading it