maybe something

it's hot. 39 degrees with the humidex you said, and we lay side by side in the grass, sunning our pale bodies, sipping wine. it's the kind of heat where i can't bring myself to eat, so i just light another cigarette and hold a book up over my head- i'm getting a little drunk and can't really focus on the words but it keeps the sun out of my eyes.
we'll lie like this untill we start to turn pink and the sun is maybe setting and so we get another bottle of wine and meet with friends, those that deigned to leave their homes to sweat their way to yours, and we all sit on the porch as it gets darker, talking, laughing. even in the dark the humidity and the heat are unrelenting and now we're sipping gin and tonics, the ice in them melting so fast that they're warm and watery halfway through each glass and we each light another cigarette and all together we laugh.
and we'll lie in bed later, unable to touch because we're sticky with sweat and the two fans pointed at us do nothing but blow hot air but curled up face to face and maybe it will be the heat and the humidity that have my vision all blurry, or maybe it'll be the wine and those watery gin and tonics or maybe I'll even be dreaming, passed out at 11, but I'll stare right at you and you mouth something but i'm not sure, and it's dark so i can't even tell if your eyes are open, if this is all just a dream or a hazy vision or if you're trying to say something