may I tell you what I I know?
the sun beamed furiously on me today,
I could hear her warm glow
sun dry my skin like hay

I am the most impious saint, you know,
feared the mosquitoes I murdered last night 
evolved into stars, then moon, then sun, and are come with fierce sunburn,
to avenge their death

I could swear, if holy writs permits,
I heard voices echo 
"son you'll burn!"
"son, you'll burn!!"

but then, no greater hell, 
like my country,

I let my head spin on it's axis,
and my eyes glanced around,
furious sky ball evenly distributed her heat to everyone,

that instant I understood, dear diary
the sun was on heat -

our bodies on fire

like lovers would, 
we ruffled the sheets of time,

dick, harry, 
hustling down the cunt-ry-side

peach, mary,
engulfing the peninsula

everyone in heat, 
drenched in pleasurable sweats - 
cumin and going,

heads reached into the clouds,
with dreams that beat nightmares pants down

until climax, as night falls:
flaccid, we fall in bed,
snoring away the day's effort.

even nature makes love to us

I thrust your day was well spent.