cum under my toga
drink my summer sling
then fling ur bola
round my naked feet
let ur neck be free
to catch the wind
of our song

all three are the third wheel
in the park, all night
we are thirsty
cum, here, we dont mind
in our left eye, sir
if u dont mind
then we bounce

dazed awake i wonder
as my wandering eye
goes beyonder
in uneven step
with the other
two an open door
to their skin

the night flute of midsummer
red as love and war
hosts of heaven
blue of blowing chore
as desire
beats the drums of yore
like before

the fits of later summer
god sees monochrome
and reminds us
of our early homes
in the valley
never not alone
with our cause