The heavy air sticks to me, pulling me
Through each drift of unconsciousness,
Each pore of restless sweating,
Laboured breathing me, forgetting the chill of home,
And the drone of fellow worker bees slowly dies away
As the sun beats down on this exotic day.
The heat settles loudly and the drip of salty me,
Glistens ever so quietly down the nile of my spine,
Gathering speed and extra brine,
This tributary of being will one day
Reach the sea, and purify my seeing with refreshing clarity.
Eyelids like sandbags, closing off the flood of humidity,
Gritty eyeballs ever widening at the single seasonality,
And my blood boils wildly in this steaming city,
Thighs chafing enough to start a fire,
Nose turned toward the sky,
I get the faint whiff of paradise,
I tell ya, it ain’t pretty living in this city.
This place of patchy faces and sweat stains from wrist to shoulder,
This melting pot of eastern flavours, heritage from every culture,
And the dampened brow and cheerful souls, make sweltering here a pleasure,
A treasure chest of western lifestyle, with oriental condiments,
A complimentary country with transcendental tendencies,
A new me born in monsoon storms and a
Sticky eternal summer breeze,
How easy it would be to live here permanently.
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