Simmer me
down to a low boil.
Allow my feelings
to uncoil
itself in waves
of feverish steams
and distant dreams.

Burn my existence
with water molecules
overflowing the pot
of unspoken words
sizzling in the lot
of my troubled mind.

I know you feel
the heat streaming
in the desert air
and melting
my heart in
a fog of thoughts
roaming through
the sun’s rays.

Arise to the heat
of the moment
trapped in the sauna
of distant dreams
and simmer me
in a low boil
to burn out
the steam
of unspoken words
left in my troubled mind.




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