Hotter Than

Hotter Than

You’re hotter than death valley.
Which, I don’t like to say, but
It’s quite true that in you
Are undisturbed and pure sands.

Perhaps I should clarify
That you are most alive
And breathing like heat
When it makes light twinkle.

So bright I need sunglasses
And goggles to shade when
I’m in my buggy exploring
Dunes and rock monoliths.

It’s like watching an hourglass
Figure on a catwalk run out
Its time before something
Incomprehensible happens.

When all the photographers are
Taking pictures of your outfit
And landscapes, you bend
Down to kiss me in the front row.

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