Making Fire Disappear

Making Fire Disappear

Silver drops drip from my brow
From the torrid tale of heat
Summer is an opera sung on hot notes
Music as bright as the Sun
Scorches my face
It singes my senses
Until all I feel is
Frying in sweat and flames.

I stride through the invisible fire
The unsweetened orange
Bakes my skin in silence
Even the grass echoes my misery
The dry soil suffers
A cold shower becomes
The prayer of parched lips
As the Sun shines without mercy.

With moist eyes I see my oasis
An air conditioner ahead
Filling a room with a temperature
My body can bathe and rest in
The delicious atmosphere
Satiates my thirst with liquid love
The magic of cool water
Makes the fires disappear.

Copyright © 2023 Charles Edward York
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