the heat off the road
flays me bare
until there is nothing
but relentless bitumen
haze, skinned sweat soaking
your scent from my clothes
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the heat off the road
flays me bare
until there is nothing
but relentless bitumen
haze, skinned sweat soaking
your scent from my clothes
wordwhorse 
I feel painfully stripped as I read and reread this. To sweat another’s scent from clothes is extraordinarily passionate.
i love this! it’s very sensual. the last two lines are my favorite. sexy pheremones…
Raw and earthy (and not a road trip for the timid!) Excellent work.
Powerful piece! Full of feeling and personally transferable! Love it!!
thank you everyone for your positive feedback! It’s been really encouraging. I wrote this piece realising that here in Melbourne, we haven’t had a real summer yet, where the road melts, and rises to suck the everything from you. I drew on those memories of stinking hot, vastly open days, where you are totally exposed, without respite.
I came, I have read it several times, I am in awe .. !
..few words but very descriptive..lovely..many thanks..