As Hot As

It isn’t a coincidence

That hell’s perceived as hot

For as for being in a boiling place,

I’d rather not.

The limits to my comfort zone

Where summer is concerned

Do not require that my skin

Turn red or crisp and burned.

It’s also not dependent on

The pouring out of sweat,

Although that’s as uncomfortable

As I am like to get.

No, all it takes ‘til I become

Dante in his Inferno

Is 90’s plus humidity –

From outside, I adjourn-o!