Gold dust

 They extend like two perfect gold bars humming lust
curling summer bracts calling me
flowers shameless and fruitforming as we witness
contrasting yellow soaking the air with sensual aromas

These smiles and legs belong to the sun
The outrage burns as they all sit in the shade
The skin not fully bared the mouth not properly seen
obscured in part to grease arousal

and arousal lands like a vulture from an extended flight
stomach food
Heart love
The rest hangs in the blance of chemistry and perception

Lakes of boiling desire
Intimacy of sunworshppers
The body accelerates somehow
without a flinch