Heat
My melting point,
is your voice and words
Calling my name
my molecules twist and turn.
My boiling point,
is your searing touch;
my vapors disintegrating,
in your thermal clutch
I begin to slide down my cooling curve,
when your heat is transferred elsewhere
I begin to reach my ice point,
your absence bringing in the cold air
The solid I've become,
cold to the touch,
longing for heat,
longing for love.
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