Love burns harder
Than any sunburn
It penetrates my skin
Seeps deep down in
To the cavernous lakes
Where my heart and ***** reside
It evaporates them at its peak
To materialize pleasure
And replenish the heat.

Someone call a person who makes things happen
I’ve got an idea that will make you go splat
From the warmth it will emit in your heart
You’ll feel like you’re under attack
Accompanied by the love that you'll ooze
From your lustrous lap 🔥✨

I stroke the heat of passion
With every touch
Every action
To bring you closer and closer to the brim
Of explicit
Satisfaction

A red kite passed between the sun and I
momentarily delighting with its shadow,
a shrill cry launched at an empty sky, happy

Hot creosote of neighbours fences
smelt of care and the eighties
while my own untreated panels bleached

By the stream, illegal fishermen dawdled
while the world chose not to care
and for now this snow globe held unshook

Ignited
Excited
My body roars
Through my veins
Lit
Straight fire
Passion incarnate
Primal desire.

Literal anticipation 📖✨
****** frustration 🌶✨
To ignite 🔥✨
The ultimate sensation 🌈✨

Summer fills me with nostalgia in a way that I cant explain. But when the air hears up and the black ants crawl all over our house I find myself remembering when we covered the window with sheets so we could sleep when it was still light.

Most years I was alone, friends not good enough to contact outside of school.
I stayed up late in bed reading every night. It was during summer that I stumbled on my first podcast, on my first ****** novel, on my first question of gender.
In the heat of summer I sought change. Alone, I struggled with questions of college and career and the future. I despaired, sobbing into my pillow until I fell asleep.

Summer is full of possibility, of the past, of the future.
I caught fireflies out on the lawn, I put cicada husks in a jar and kept a tally, I invented games for myself and my sisters. I work late nights and come home to a warm house. I eat cereal for 3 meals a day.
The rules don't apply to Summer.

It is a quarter past June, and
          already it seems like a record setting summer.
Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools,
          as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.

The lifeless blacktop park where
          my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet.
A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves
          just over its owner’s fence.
Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.

I stick and I move,
          as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face.
Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones.
          Alone I feel whole.
The disinfecting flames of summer
          have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.