Burning up - a new poem

I am burning up!

There is a bush,

plenty of bushes in this wilderness.

I am glad to see them

because  they break the monotony.

This one seems to burn,

or is it me. 

I am burning.

My heart is wasting

the wilderness just eats me.

I am too hot.

Too hot even to wear shoes.

I take them off.

the ground seems cooler 

than my sandals.

Don’t you think I  am?

You are what?

I am feet and sandles

I am enough for you today.

I laugh!

Tell them, I suggest, I am has sent you.

I am.

Sandals, smell, burning,

cool ground. 

Enough.

Why don’t you tell them

I am has sent you.