Thursday, August 14, 2008

almost meltdown

the sun is melting
the molten lava of its heat
is sending trickles of scalding
hot perspiration down my bare back
the heat is turning me blue
from exhaustion
but my palms are dry
and so is my head
for,
you, my dear,
are cooling me down
with the shadow of your long tresses
at

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