Heatslur

We'd better slow down,
you said,
eyes flickering,
a slurred drawl.
We don't want to slip into a coma.
I laughed
too loud
If you can't take the heat,
I said.
My head heavy,
my chest a fire
almost destroyed
by the heat.
Just one more thing to work on.
Just one move closer and it'll happen.
Just one hand across your chest.
If you can't stand the heat,
I say,
too weak to move
as I crisp.