In the heat of it
It all goes away
Like water to mist
It slips into the air
The more heat
I make the less
There is to
Hold onto
This thought
Of real
When all I can
Do is feel
Touch, press
In and make
More heat,
Each
Movement making
All thought
Vanish before
My eyes until
All there is
Is you.
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