Wishing for Summer during a Winter Bike Ride Alone

I want to follow sizzling snakes of tar that cut through open prairie
     under blistering blue sky
I want to plow through heat as green grass bows to me
With my body, a copper knife hot from the forge,
I want to slice through air laden thick with humidity
I want to remember myself
My voice is the honey humming of calescent bees
My hair is the Arizona wave baked of iron, hematite, goethite
My eyes are the forest floor simmering green and brown
Sweat teases my desert curves
My breath bubbles up from volcano lungs
My mind is searing calm as I walk in the shadow of the Summer Lady
Waiting to ascend her sultry throne
My need for you hangs like ripe fruit bursting with sticky-sweet juice
    the moment before it is taken by gravity
I pray to the fiery sun to bring you to me
I want to touch you with flames that are my fingers
I want to pour my lava breath down your throat
I want my tongue to brand your lips, your back, your cock
I whisper steam
Come soak inside my sex
I am thirsty for you
I want to burn you up