Burning, blazing, sizzling, smiling.
The wildlife is frisky with the heat of it
But you're barely thinking of me at all
You only send a fading, spotted telegraph
So long - you'll be OK - stop
and with that you sail away contentedly
Unless...
Unless your thoughts today are all sunlight
It's nice to think you happy after all.
I strip off my shirt and bathe in you
soak you all up through my pores
I'll have you strengthen my lonely bones.
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