hearing voices

i am returning
to my old
solitary ways

keeping company
only with words
on musty pages

but even they
sometimes pull
call me present

with the gentle lilt
and heart-soothing timbre
of your voice

rising temperatures

with this sudden stifling heat
i know i should want space
some room to breathe
a chance to cool down
but your warmth beckons
and i cannot help
but eagerly move
toward combustion