Internal landscapes.

Your presence is as hot as an Indian summer. Fifty degrees. Bright sunshine. No wind.

The gods must be reckless
They gave me a heart so restless.

Dance to my beat
Love and cheat

Trace the words
I never speak

Out of fear
Of consequences of need.

Lick
The mercury.

Silver with anticipation.
Full stops in admiration.

High.
For configuration.

Low.
In stagnation.

An Indian summer is what you are.

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