Summer's Lease

We were warned yesterday,
tomorrow will be the hottest of the year
and as docile supplicants,
we peel off our clothes
easily, like overripe fruit
sticky, vulgar,
already on the turn
and in this torpor, our satiety
flits briefly by,
shorter than a punch-line
leaving sweaty arses
pits and brows
to smoulder, leaking
passion by the pint.

© Graham Sherwood 07/2016