Heated Passion/Love
the prickly heat waves its hellish hands
greeting me in a celestial dance
the sky is clear and as blue
its as if the whole world is new
it bats it's sensual lashes like
feathers in the hot hot wind
singing chants of passion;
again and again
the heat's eyes are knowing;
both full and wise
ne'er have i seen such so round;
blue as crystal, green as emerald,
they sparkle brighter than stars
when filled tears,
they turn toward the ground.
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