This Heat

Hot Weather makes people lose their minds.

I can't write in this heat, my thoughts are evaporating. 

My gentle touch, now scorching hot.

My paper? Crusty and Brown.

I can't write in this heat, my fingers won't hold my pen.

My brain won't say 'Amen.'

Nothing we'll ever do.

I can't write in this heat, I'm not with you!

Your cold touch will never amount to much, here in this dessert.

Your kiss, will be more like a miss.

But I still love you.

Reviews

[HeIsWe]

This is a good poem.