Heat
In these heat days
when the sun displays a fiery godhead
and ordains the liquefaction of Tarmac
and the deadest of nights bring a crackle of crickets
and all the bedrooms burn in airless struggle
to turn the pillow then and face its coolness
is like the ocean’s hand upon your cheek
and is the sweetest saviour after love.
Jody Porter is poetry editor of The Morning Star. His work has appeared in Magma, Best British Poetry (Salt) and elsewhere. Originally from Essex, he now lives in London and runs events at the Stoke Newington Literary Festival.