mikael

I love sweating.
I love tasting the salty drip
inside my nose and down into my throat
as I'm swinging an axe,
sitting fishing, or
sprinting the last hundred yards home.
I love a lukewarm shower on my head
and feeling the cooled
cranial blood cascade down
through the rest my body.

I love drinking wheat beer
almost frozen, with
squeezed slices of lemon and lime
floating in my frosted mug.
I love iced tea,
sweetened southern style
or sun tea sans sugar; doesn't matter
so long as it's fresh and over ice
the sweat from my upper lip and forehead coating the rim of the glass
like a sebacious margarita.

Almost all of my fondest
memories take place in a
midsummer afternoon.
If heaven exists,
that's what it is for me.