Ninety degrees! It's hot again!
My T-shirt stuck to my body.
My brain feels a sharp pain,
It sounds like a sad melody.
Imagine ice cream melting fast.
I miss your warmth in the heat
You are already in our past
I need you as much as hungry meat!
It's like I'm running into a wall
And that's why I get bodily harm.
I'm like an exhausted blind mole,
When I'm looking for your warmth.
Once everything was lovely,
But now I feel lonely.
23.03.08
P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo
The absence of your warmth
© Copyright: Юрий Птицын, 2023
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