Summer escape

I have let another summer escape.
Another summer barbecued by the Sun and sponsored by Time.

Not what I wanted.

Another summer,
Piquant & passionate.
Vehement & violent.

A ripe hoiden bursting with juvenescence, fertile for bearing.

Another summer meant for tussling with the mammoths,
to remember st vitus and plunge in domesticity.

To heed the gentle counsel of pia mater & prudence.
To be the pike-bearer and put down Cupidity.

Cowrie! Collect cowries for the old man and old woman.

But I have let the summer slither down the wormhole.

It's done!
Apathy, avant!

I'll take the baptism by flagrant flames or take the mezzaluna to my bones.

But. I. Shall. Not. Let. Another. Summer. Pass