I am Cold-Blooded
I am cold-blooded.
No heat of my own;
Like a lizard, burrowing
Into the desert sand
At sundown
When the temperature drops below freezing;
Or the lifeless moon.
Its lack of any molten core.
Just a cold, wasteland
Cast in shadow.
It is the bodily warmth of another
I need to survive.
Like a flower with photosynthesis,
To thrive, alive in the sunlight of a lover…
(10.1.7)
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