You're warm like pavement on a hot dog day.
Heat comes off you in waves.
My mirage is you.
Basking in sunlight glory.
Don't touch the tar. It's hot.
It burns. It'll stick to your fingers,
take your prints into the ground.
The earth will remember you forever.
You thought you were safe
because you made your sacrifice to the sun;
you let it burn away your skin and scars,
you let it violate your body, turn you red.
It just kept eating you.
It took you away before you were really mine.
