August Is Hot As Lust

K Morris - Poet

August is hot as lust.
I was born in January
And in me you see
The soul of winter.

I have a splinter
Of ice in my heart.
My poetic art
Is January. and hot August.

No man can outrun the sun.
But birds sing
In the spring.
And winter’s splinter is my art.

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9 thoughts on “August Is Hot As Lust

  1. Pingback: “August Is Hot As Lust” by Kevin Morris – DEEZ – News about Art, Books & more

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you for your comment, which made me smile! With the climate warming we will, I suspect get more couples yelling at one another, both in America and elsewhere. Kevin

      Reply

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