The sun roasts: my book sweats

hot and dry

inverse of the promise land

I stare I watch

as the sun roast the land

burnt is the smell I inhale

my reaction slows

hot is the land

can be compared to Mercury

from the hottest part of earth I write

my pen sweats

my sheet drips

drops of salty water

the land is hot

so hot the mirages dry up

North Pole turns south

the land is hot

and my skin burns

yes it tells

heat becomes a friend

a partner in crime

oh I wait for night

the cool breeze at last ~~~~