in heat

...the white noise of air conditioner  stuck in the auto mode until dawn breaks is driving me sleepless and crazy...the distance between the worlds melts away and I sink deep into the things that people aren't saying... draw the curtains and  stay in...then had enough of  voluntary detention all of a sudden and just jump at the idea and  drive out of the city and climb the Mátra peak  for the sake of it and bag the knife-sharp breaths of altitude air, roll back down the mountain so victorious and feeling like even the tiniest beating  of the kánikula, the dog times as they call it here, is one of those life's most important things... ...the fear of water diminishes and  say yes to the boat ride and late night lake swimming...when respectable people don't care like once when they  were very young and foolish and free to go skinny dipping... the foreplay is excused with just a sentence stating that it's too hot anyway and with sweat pouring from every pore, sticky like a gum overchewed and glued to the palate , running down the salted skin in the dead of the midnight...  it even sounds quite logical and  convincing...


...... brains get overheated and all stupid and lusty and squeeze and spit out  out the  most ridiculous things...

...the streets are empty, my city turns into a ghost town  and faces, even when approaching up close are desert hazy, as if  the concrete breeds its own superior mirage of human variety ... the scattered tourists like orphans try out the shallow fountains... 



...babies get clingy and refuse to fall asleep without an hour more like  two of  monotonous rockabyebaby rhyme only a mother knows how to sing and pace the tempo and volume down to almost nothing...


...the hot sun that freckles the skin in heat which body can no longer dissipate and distribute otherwise washes away defenses  ... and life feels so good when I can laugh out loud in the middle of the street at myself trying to outrun the ice-cream streaming down my lips...