Fruits of the Earth's broken slate
juice and sweet and tongue
flowing; reddest spate.
Tonight and forever, we are young
tell me I am not the only one
that wants to live, worshiped by the sun.
Summer whispers in my ear
plump lips, scrubbed skin
boy is water, boy is clear.
Everything that can be, has been.
All and every arm, a' laid in
and every glutinous youth atoned of sin.
Suffocating desire
lust, sing the choir.
Fresh and raw
succulent sugar-dried flesh
after Winter's aching thaw.
Taste me, test me, core and all.

In time with the pulse
My heart responds
Enslaved to the occasion
Spectrum of pleasure
Clear against dim light
Electronic conductor
Orchestrating the mood
I'm drawn to the edge of focus
Where demons are tamed
And sedation resonates

Dead grey soil
Purple blossomed buds
Euphoria
Fire ignites a fragrance that sticks
And lifts me from stone dreams
Senses are alive again
Silent smoke
Keeps the slugs sleeping in steel chambers
And the daisies starved

Lost in waterfalls
Guided by the angel on my neck
Rhythmic enthusiasm
Sensual entrainment
Nightlight wishes
Are granted over black sheets
The universe is in my lap
The moon and earth
On my chest

In your Dad’s Wolsley Saloon,
Leather blue seats warm in Summer Sun,
Sticking to our near naked skin,
Scorching our young bodies.

We gasp as the rays of a day bleach the body of his car,
In tin and leather,
We gasp as our young eyes awaken,
Our first Summer of love.

In just some flimsy Bikini,
You slither in the sand,
Legs like a Mermaids tail,
You writhe before my primitve eyes.

Sand plays across your browning skin,
As I inhale your unique smell,
Umber wood tinged with vanilla,
Your blond hair alight under sun.

You tease this shy boy till he runs away,
No courage to make any kind of pass,
You slip into the grass of a dune,
I stroll behind lost in want.