35 Degrees Centigrade

at 35 degrees
girl! it is hot

and i am sweating

at 45 degrees
i am ready

on to bed
i am sleepless

i am a log rolling
trying to catch moss

i am a stone
silent and hardened

i look at the moon
and i ask for wisdom

what's love got to do with this?
i am hot and loveless

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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