Midnight Composition

It's past midnight. a hot summer night in the city where the only comfort to the awkward heat is to think cool thoughts while the sheets tangle at the foot of the bed. With a window open I hear the darkness of the city. whizzing cars and the distant but audible hum of the street lights. I feel the warmth of the city night as I lay back listening to the darkness. In a state not quite slumber but not fully awake I listen to the whir of the hot city night. Doors of houses open as late comers lounge in. Windows open to refresh summered houses and let the night air in. A distant siren blares to save a life. And the summer city night rolls on. Planes overhead fly into vacation and take off to leave this city summer. A soft breeze dances with the trees, shaking their leaves to the melody of the city night. The sound of cars in the distant- places to go, things to do, a home and comfort, join in the chorus of the summer city night. the temperature now right and the city singing its lullaby, I slide into my dreams. my gentle breathing and warm body caressed by the summer city night.