nights like these

This is the velocity of thought
On a lax night of passing
The winds are swarming with wisps of pleasantries
And I can feel the slow, viscous breeze
shoot the gap of these synaptic clefts
Tickling as they go
Humid night of May giving way to June
Through slightly past full moon swooning across stillness
Approaching firefly dance awaits
There is a slight sweat on my back
I smile at the stickiness
Because I remember winter
And the coldness inside
I always liked the heat
With a smooth languor about it
On nights like these