From the sultry leisure

from the sultry leisure you inhabit
like a suburb bathed in Sunday
you conduct the mythic weather
like grace distilled from the Summer’s potion
while the pantheon subsides into a swarm of despair
you expose the ripe glamour
that infests your mystique
in these melodies that lure me like fragrant forecasts
liquid strings of sunshine purchase your breasts like frenzied jewels
the tiger’s breeze strokes your thighs
inside the siege of your arms the snow dragon flies
your mouth colludes with the rainfall to ease the drought that kept me drowsy
broken genies erupt from your eyes as the storm calls
and I penetrate your monsoon
when the tide encrusts this harbour under the urban noon
with diamonds spawned from the mating-zone of twilight
stolen by the currents you exude
after the outcrops warn you
the maelstrom of anecdotes approaches
with the ensign of my crusade to savour your arcane fruits
that pulsate in the aroma of midnight
at once your moods summon Freya
and this challenge condemns me at the price of modesty
now there is an announcement
night has downloaded the recipes for indulgence
to underwrite your sensual caprices
as the milk of delight
immerses our fears