when heatwaves are dancing through the heart of the body

when heatwaves are dancing through the heart of the body

and lolling about is causing sensations-

but waking is boorish and boring and ever

-it's summer (yes, summer!) some feverish dream

yes, the little droplets cascade off the back

the sand on my flesh is distraught by the sea

(the smiles are coming in heatwaves, the smiles)

when nature is spinning in circles in circles 

and sometimes it's farther, and sometimes it's closer-

but waters are drifting, are tiding and shifting 

-it's summer, o summer! (all our rainbows are singed!)

now the sands quiver to get lost in the tides

now the lungs heave to get a taste of the air

(now the deserts are shining; are shining)

when every small gesture grins mute from the past

and february’s due and august's for deux-

but missing is darkness and distant and wither 

-it's gleaming so summer, it's summer! (in two)

all the pretty eyes flutter in the heart of the sky

all the little shells stumble at the altar of sleep

(all are getting the fever; the lovers)