Summer’s eyes look to me for heat and flowers

gleaming now with  spring buds with which I adorned her.
I am cast as Springs Call

buddings were my Siren Voice
I rose

inside her

flower petal Springings

for I
Spring’s host

heat from inside
lying down with  Summer Fevered Longings.

Here roses  bloomed from Spring's Pollinations;

"I give you Summer Solstices" I say

and you received
all  my Spring   
Offerings."

"What good it be
dressed up in Summer Light," you say

"in Summer Jasmine Perfumes

if you do not arrive each time

to kiss me in my feverish night?"

"What sates sweet summer's lips’ longings
without your spring kisses joining
kisses which seal our souls

in unspoken understandings;

lips which kiss and hold in the secret night

hearts pounding
melding souls

swept up in Destiny’s Yearnings
you offering your wet mouth,

I a crimson cheek quivering
 
we two lost in Shudderings Desires
which press us two together
two on two

making then between us
Love’s Single Season

because lovers

make things

previously apart

into One
and
Discrete Time

fades into

into
Summer’s Eternal Eternities.

I feel in this

you breathing into my Spring heart

and I into your Summer soul."