This heat, my darling, is no more a sin
than sigh & gasp slid shudder mouth-to-mouth.
It is my love frothing; my garden blooms
beyond the bliss of the sun rolling back.
I’ll have you swear this heat, creature, and taste
behind that pulled-down shade. Your fingertips
tap the windowpane like hot-metal hooves:
soon you’ll feel my throat tending to each curved.
True – there’s no ape under an umbrella,
as the mouths of a shade hook petals to teeth.
Yet your heart-valves curl into a wide smile
and tease my secrets at me underneath.
Pour your breath like liquor. Lick the fire
in your skin –eyes whiten to desire.