XLVII

THE SUMMER

I sail through you, I harpoon, thread and tease you,
I convoke you, in glowing sea, I call you:
I want you alone, on my waves, I cry out for
Your eyes, your shadow, mouth and brain.

I plow you, I swim and dive into you, I string
Your orgasm in stitches. I capture and set your
Roundest nipple alight. I kiss and lick your
Most lustful thigh, I celebrate it

With the tongue you implore and yearn for.
And you sparkle and play seasick, you boil and burn,
You melt away and run through my hands,

And you fit into my oar, howling and crying
Through nightly surge, and in the sunniest
Afternoons of all the summers there have ever been.