The heat of faces

by Fig   Sep 16, 2005


Blinding sunlight all around, scratching at my eyes, burning my face.
Everywhere, colours, light, vibrant and life
Shape and image swirling and spiraling madly toward me
Runs screaming toward my face.

There, right in front of me,
A seething sea of
Hidden faces
The backs of heads,
Lowered eyes

Walk towards with heavy feet
Heavy eyes and heavy head
Slump heavy in the heat

It looks up at me
A million eyes
Mouths, teeth, faces, hot flesh
And suddenly I'm surrounded, surrounded by those eyes, their heat
Closing in, crushing me
Too many
Too much
The bitter heat of sweat
I'm drowning in hot air
Choking in stagnance

Break the mass into tiny pieces
A face here, a face there

Eyes I would have walked miles to see
Suddenly lose their cool soothe

Only talk and talk and ask and tell
Demand and babble
A cascading, never-ending torrent of...
Nothingness

I move towards them, too close too warm
The hot uncomfortable heat and eyes
Surrounded by them
Flesh and body
Touch my skin
The mugginess, humidity
The closeness
And me?
Swilling around, lost in the lukewarm-ness of their speech

So melted in my mind
So lost
Swimming, floating, soaked
Sodden, heavy
And warm

My head is spinning
Swirling
Falling
The aching heaviness of my limbs
A falling exhausted fatigue
Don't talk to me
Don't look at me
I need the shade

Walk right past, run away
From the muddle of minds

And realise that no one
Nowhere
Could cool you down
Could soothe this heat inside you
This fear, this pain
This burning desire
There's no one I can face
At least on my own, my tears can cool this burning
The sizzle on skin
Evaporate away

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by Navy Blue Heart

    This is such a good poem lu! i love the way its really different from your others and the way you can really feel the things you write about and it really makes you feel uncomfortable! yet again more proof that you're without doubt the best writer i know!

  • 18 years ago

    by Strange Angel

    Eek. i have a headache at the moment, and reading this didnt help. The imagery you've created is so real, and i feel so chlostrophbic and ill! very good poem tho. scarily realistic.