Tonight though

Tonight's moon was sort of like a half button of an elevator...not quite full, barely yellow.  Did you see it?

Tonight was a bit of the past...an outside air hazy with humidity, stickiness...(do you remember the way your hair would curl, do you remember the sweat on a lip?)  It is ironic that the heat and the warmth of day finds me cold in a swift thought of you...that you were a bit of the ice down the back of my shirt feeling...stark.  Contrast.  Unexpected.

I think the thing of you that I reminisce about is just how your invasion of my mind was to immerse me into you...like stepping out of the air-conditioned car into a world-ful of heat.  Off the sidewalk, off the street.  Heat posturing, heat enveloping.  You.  Once,  you were that heat, the minute I could walk into a presence of you.  Nearby.  Next to.  Closer at times.

Now, it's far.  It's a distance.  An orb away like the moon, a touch away like the button of an elevator.  Both take me places...some just sooner than others.

You glanced against me tonight...and changed the temperature.   Maybe just in my mind, or maybe just in the time of the day. 

But tonight though...I remembered a thing or two and in that same shallow instance I remembered a warmth that was long gone after the sun.  And that sometimes the heat of an evening isn't due to anything other than proximity.  And not some moon shaped object that is miles away.