Physical Distraction

It's Indian Summer
at last
the tomatoes are prime!
I delicately search 
'round the thorns in my heart 
to allow the poor thing to soak it in

the sublime

already subsiding to, at best, bittersweet
the godforsaken humidity 
this sweltering heat
the pain from rain
licks like lactic acid, saturating every corpuscle
tethers me tight to existence
making the moving of every muscle
into a memorable moment 
so I'm afraid to move again