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Heatwave,
my head’s in a haze:
Martha Reeves and Vandellas
singing through millimetres,
earbuds into brain, closer than
the iced blossom petals falling on
skin’s soul.
Your love is like a heatwave
in my frozen heart’s mind.
I’ll create brave worlds in musical ways,
mental interludes through the coldest spring days.