Sailing on a Heat Wave

Perhaps you don't recall...

that summer I sailed away,

propelled by heat; powerful surges,

 rocking, rolling, rippling undulation of days.

Sweltering waves of afternoon sun, 

washed over you. Lulled
as you were, to sleep.

Pallid brow, dew-drenched

despite your sanguine blush.
Fragmented light, glittering, danced down the wall.

 golden rays like smoke tendrils

 traced the contours of your face;

  lightning whispered away,  

summoned me, from there...

to adventure.