what do you do
when your love for someone
boils away
in the heat of the noonday sun?

what’s left
is the black and killing smoke
remnant tendrils
invade your throat and choke

what do you do
when your love for someone
boils away
in the heat of the noonday sun?

fall down
that you might burst into flames
and pray
that the sky pours forth its rains

how do you stop
your love for someone
boiling away
in the heat of the noonday sun?

you stand,
woven together arm in arm,
enflamed against some outside harm
your heart’s own light sure to disarm