Burning Season
7/01/2005
Crazed pulsation, the vague quick
surprise of sudden perfection
The dancers dance
the drummers drum
While souls from decades past
storm the doors, break the windows
to raise the house
from moony stalemate
to frenzied steaming
summer rite
with every jingle of a bell
with every bursting hard erection
with flash of pride and beating heart
with every muscle tensed and trembling
with mouth and lips shaking, moaning
with longing eyes caressing, needing
with knowing smiles and animal skins
with thirsty tongues and hungry hearts
We announce:
Summer is here,
summer is here!
posted by Edward Svengali @ Friday, July 01, 2005,
