Extreme heat, our vision distorts,
We burn as (and yet refuse to bow)
Your body it bends, it contorts.
Friendships and vibrant rapports
Inspire romances which passions, callow
Extreme heat, your vision distorts.
Torments transform to coarse comforts,
a fragrant sludge, we wallow:
Your body it bends, it contorts.
We wallow on, ignore reports,
Measurements, Signs, each prophetic "ow"--
Extreme heat, our vision distorts
these things 'till passion deserts
to empty waves. Drowning glance on the prow
Your body: it bends, it contorts.
In the end it's passion truth thwarts
Left remembering how in
Extreme heat, our vision distorts:
Your body it bends, it contorts.