Heat-Stroke, Euphorest Fires, Pt.2 Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

You're like 100-degree weather
That kind of scorch
Eyeballed you and hollered
From my street queen porch
Stuck my hand out
Even though I knew the burn
Extended my other,
I gave it its due turn
You lifted those hands
Held them shockingly gently
Until I was the one exhausted
Water down mentally
I was too busy stroking you
To have a fucking clue
One maddened, beautiful little cukoo
Crazy like a bird, I flew
Flew into and then far away from you
Got bored of the game
That too
You couldn't imagine the strain
It's true
But I'm over that now,
Finally, I'm over you.

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