Summer Song

Summer solstice sunrays spread
their lucrative warmth over the scene,
heated breezes blow the flies
that mutter and sputter
about the carcass of spring, already dead,
and in the harsher heat of knotted sheets
with a lover bound hand and heart
we mumble moans and stifle cries
as orgasmic energy moves between
the piston hips that buck and thrust
and finally vent the white hot lust,
in summer's dead heat we love,
in dirty sultry summer days we fuck.