Summer  in Texas


 

She’s here and she is rowdy. I hear her holler Howdy!
In tones that scorch the earth and torch the skies.
Her florid gaze is hazy with torrid flares of crazy 
That burns in lazy sighs and fiery eyes.
 
She smolders and she simmers. She scintillates and shimmers.
She dizzies as she dazzles with a kiss.
Her searing effervescence will melt the icy presence
Of frosty hearts in Winter’s stark abyss. 
 
She tangoes and she tiptoes enswathed in parched mosquitoes 
Abuzz with lust to guzzle blood and spoil
Alfresco margaritas – her swarms of greedy skeeters
All double in the bubble of her boil. 
 
She tickles as she prickles with licks of sticky trickles –  
Those rivulets of sweat – a steaming glitch.
This coruscating harlot will turn your neck to scarlet
With fire-breathing ire. She’s a witch. 
 
She sizzles as she frazzles the folk who watch her drizzle
And dump her dust as farmers pray for rain.
She revels with the Devil at roasty-toasty levels
Of heat that pyro-psychos deem insane.
 
She’s at the very nexus of seasons here in Texas.
She burns through fall and winter… spring as well.
This diva specializes in hosts of hot surprises – 
Our hellish, cursed and cherished, Lone Star belle. 
  
Susan J. Bryant

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