Heated Passion/Love

the prickly heat waves its hellish hands greeting me in a celestial dance the sky is clear and as blue its as if the whole world is new it bats it's sensual lashes like feathers in the hot hot wind singing chants of passion; again and again the heat's eyes are knowing; both full and wise ne'er have i seen such so round; blue as crystal, green as emerald, they sparkle brighter than stars when filled tears, they turn toward the ground.