The Orgy

The orgy took place, obviously, that Spring:
an entire polis, as if rehearsing diligently
all throughout the barren months of the year,
managed to climax together.

Soon after the Great Melts, as they would
one distant day be called by great distant
people, the Sun began flirtatiously
dancing again on Skin, Hair- causing Heat.

These Great Melts caused massive floods-
in between bedsheets and beneath curtains,
pouring through the ceilings and into cellars,
all the Ice streamed into puddles on streets.

Large lakes made from passions and melted
snow, threatening with months of tired,
dirty, unforgiving weight, encompassed all
and made the Orgy wet and tremendous.

No one was prepared or equipped
with the necessary provisions of thesse
newly found rabid energies, previously
entangled with blankets and cold winds.

Aching joints and soft muscles covered
in mucous were at once lifted into sensual
movement, unreleased, frenzied, filled with
the vernal memory of intimacy and flowers.

Frenzy, of course, lead to the famous Dog Days,
when Time became too heavy to leap
from fat idleness to unscripted passion,
and instead sat stubbornly still, sweating.

The Orgy had lasted for only months, rolling,
finally reaching its own peak once the
sweat was no longer novel and the Sun
began to stay out longer than needed.