--- title: Heat Bloom date: 2025-02-18T06:45:25Z modified: 2025-02-18T06:45:25Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/heat-bloom/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 4530 categories: - Life Poems featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/02/Summer-Heat-Bloom.jpeg" featured_image_alt: Summer Heat Bloom author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2025-02-18T06:45:25Z tags: - Life Poems --- I wrote this poem during a heatwave while sitting on our porch swing. The world seemed to slow down to a sticky stop. My partner and I spent the whole day just being in the warm weather [together](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/together.md). I wanted to capture that special [summer feeling](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/summer-love.md) when time feels stretched out and even the small things seem important. ![Summer Heat Bloom](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/02/Summer-Heat-Bloom.jpeg) the [watermelon juice](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/cold-watermelon-on-a-sunny-afternoon.md) drips down your chin, the seeds scattered across kitchen tile, the afternoon sun catching your [smile](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/what-to-do-with-this.md), your sticky fingers interlaced with mine; the ceiling fan circles above our bed, the sheets tangled around sunburned legs, the ice cubes melting in sweating [glasses](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/the-guy-in-the-glass.md), the cicadas singing through window screens; your hair smells like chlorine and sunscreen, your shoulders freckled from afternoon naps, your laughter echoing across still water, your shadow stretching longer each evening; we eat dinner outside after sunset, we count fireflies like scattered wishes, we argue over whose turn to refill, we fall asleep to distant thunder; the neighbors’ sprinkler hisses nearby, the charcoal smoke drifts between houses, the porch light draws moths in dizzy spirals, the night air finally cool against skin;