The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

 

The craving for water

To dive into the coldness

The hands are cold and wet

Giving the pleasure of ice

In the heat of the moment.

 

The pressure is on the heels

To stop jumping

To restore some energy

In this heat of the sun

Bright and golden

Glowing like a sunflower.

 

Eyes dare not open

In the shiny effect

The glasses kept me close

Waiting for the dark

To come and take

Me away from this heat

For a while.

 

Yet, I love this glow every morning

The heat of Sun!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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PHOTO BY PEXELS