Body Heat

A Poem by anastacia

The day died away
Let another one in
So little to say
In favour of my sin

Open the window
Turn conditioning off
There is no wind though
Put your head in the stove

Inhale the hot air
Hail new day's arrival
You know it's unfair
To you I'm no rival

Give me a head start
A hint before you hit
Before I turn tart
In this smothering heat