The sun boils over me
Hot flesh never smells sweet

There's still a God
He stares at me in streets
Burning my feet under asphalt

I don't know his name
But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star
And lick salty sweat

Your heat creates blisters in my skin
I'm feverish now;
The steam only rises higher

The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers