Voluptuous Weather We’re Having

Translucent shimmer –
middle June –
seems familiar –
as if soon

a grand return
will tumble forth –
reversing course
to the lascivious

beginning of eternity:
forever-after
spinning, burning
into visions

like some godly hoax –
tricks up some
divine cad’s sleeve –
teasing out mirages

of an Adam
and an Eve –
making them
engage in blatant

public pokes –
naughty private jokes.
Assumptions pop,
and eyeballs fog:

she’s about to get on top
and ride him like a dog.

Gorgeous day.
A bit risqué.

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