This heat pulsates through my veins, rushing through my being. A wind blows through my hair, unable to retrieve the coolness in it's grasp. Rather, it scorches the air instead. A sip of fruity drink, it's coolness washing away the heat that penetrated me. This splash of mango re-animates a flushed cheek back to life. This desert transitions into a tropical beach for one more moment... and then, the heat will rise again.
Random writing for a poetry class, this isn't one of my best, but I was given specific guidelines which were difficult for me.