He is warm weather in February,
The sun enveloping me in a hug,
Ten thousand heavy, buzzing June bugs
Pressing their ugly green bodies to me
But I do not ever want to be free
Lovestruck, defenseless, frustrated I tug
On him, my hallucinogenic drug
He pushes me into a June bug sea

But come March, come April, and come what may
My feelings will remain everlasting
A welling up of liquid projectile
Love, stewing and bubbling until it sprays
Out of my mouth, scalp, fingernails, blasting
Until my body explodes and we smile