He down low
As Yellow heat
Turns blue.
Profusely he sweats
One drop of his being at a time
Waiting on a breeze
Calm
To caress his brow
Bringing relief
If only for a moment.
He down low
With thoughts inching
Up a degree
Internal combustion
As he expels
His undigested truths
And is left weak for the battle;
Survival.
Blue heat
Blue heart
Both intensely burning
Consuming
All the energy around them
Waiting for the cold
To inevitably extinguish...
©2011clarencecbess
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