Too Hot Not To Call Love Poem by robert fort

Too Hot Not To Call Love



For what did we do,
when we did it?
We talked, I talked
oh so much talk
torrential tsunami talk.
Talk for the ages
drafted in a glow
so real so real.
We held on for dear life:
transplant of the living heart
transfusion of hope
infusion of joy.
And the day went.
And the night went.
One week like no other.
Then, there no more.

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