come to take me away
from the cold
suppressing
winter

come to bring me to
heart
warmth
spiritual awakening
good times
to love libertine
to dance derangedly
to get damn,
sure-as-hell,
naked
pure,
frolicking free.

A time to eat Italian Ices.

Summer, come to me
I will come to you
we will meet halfway
collide and rise
to a greater essence.

So
I suggest
we walk
with sex
this summer.

It would be so beautiful
for your fetished feet
to discourse and have intercourse with the ground,
your ankles incessantly rotate
your knees bend and yield so supple
your thighs rumble
your buttocks shake,
and in the middle of it all,
most important of all,
your respected organ of love
shall let loose demonic ecstatic scales
of yearning of having
of receiving of giving.
Your warm womb shall open,
your back hold high your heated demeanor
your breasts and/or pectoral muscles shall besiege
any remnants of hesitance or misogynistic ice

and your face,
shall give a brief, sexy glimpse
into your soul,
it shall hold back,
grin in modest elation
smiles extending through surpassing miles
laughter resounding heartily and ubiquitously,
it shall hold your
omniscient eyes in place
opened but in slits
but seeping out in droves
is ever so sly

Sexiness,
an utter and complete love of
pleasure
humanity
an impassioned desire for
ecstasy
an altruistic wish to share your
ecstasy,
ecstasy,
repeat until we have ecstasy,

To Love,
we must walk our walk into
a massive orgiastic rite,
and we shall partake in
the act of love
create
more life with rebellious soul
and art, we shall be artists
pictures and poetries rendering of
a revolution
of love
in all wonderful senses of these words.