Heat in the heart, and we call it love
Heat in the heart, and we call it rage
Warms the cockles
Heat above the road
Shimmers like the color of water
Mysterious as mist
To a distant time and place
The word heat was brought to you by my friend Linden who challenged me to interpret her word more metaphorically, less concretely––all to the better.
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