And just like that! I have devoured July to the pit

I have tempered the curdle of midsummer

And I am emerged, dizzy and unsated

Please, forgive my wine-drunk suckle 

Into the hot yawn of summertime –

Drowsy August! I stagger into you 

Sticky and sweat-slick inebriate

I am margarine body, gaping – and you! 

You are hot and balming to wade into

Open your mouth to me!

And I will climb headfirst into the soft redness behind your incisors 

And let you have the first bite