Impaled by the sun,
Between equinox and solstice,
Tangled and sleepy in each others arms,
We floated on love for months,
And awoke with a salty taste on our lips.

 
Drunk on kisses and dancing tongues,
Your wet body beneath mine,
Curled tightly in these sheets made of flowers,
We sail the waters of our lust,
On to the sky’s hot rim,
With the day’s first breath in our sails.