I awoke this morning, caught in a dream of early afternoon rain showers, and Etta James coming through an open doorway. Steam rising from side walks, and the warmth of an accepting sun kissing my shoulders into freckles and gold. Your hand had been in mine, and I can remember those Mediterranean eyes like it were yesterday. The heat of you melts my world.

I awoke this morning, caught in a dream of early afternoon rain showers, and Etta James coming through an open doorway. Steam rising from side walks, and the warmth of an accepting sun kissing my shoulders into freckles and gold. Your hand had been in mine, and I can remember those Mediterranean eyes like it were yesterday.

The heat of you melts my world.