In summer,
The sun smiles a golden smile
of manly charm wrought with heavenly glory
His hair drifting in matted clouds.
From afar he stretches his hands, a thousand and more
calling to his dusky love.
In summer,
Earth stretches herself languidly,
her curves punctuated by soft sighs of the breeze.
A thousand fingers and more of the rain
caress her
awakening the the serpents of desire
coiled in her fragrance.
Lust spreads her wings of ego
and dances like a proud peacock.
Rivulets of sweat flood her heart
and burst their banks.
In summer,
the rains flood the heart of earth
filling her with the seed of sun
making her the mother of the infinite.
In summer,
lust pines for love.
Love lusts for desire.
torrid heat seeks thunderous rains
thunderous rains seek sultry days
And when they meet in the henna stained evenings
Life is born.
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