Who would deny the heat of passion?
The kind of temperature that never,
ever, goes out of fashion.
Who would deny the heat of a fire?
Keeping us alive from the bitter cold,
But we seek refuge from the heat of the day,
How many have lain, in a hot bed at night,
For weather is not kind, nor is it evil,
We have evolved to weather, weather's whims,
For the old and the weak, heat can be a curse,
In air-conditioned cubicles, we now live our lives,
But when power is turned off, we cook in our hives,
So we must be careful not to heat up our earth,
But all of the earth creatures do not have our ability,
So let's all act in a responsible way,
Just say Heat this,
Continue on with your story,
The one that got your tongue.
Image Courtesy Syracuse University
I wrote this poem while experiencing