the heat

the heat

on a Brittany beach

caught the tip of his penis

and turned it Code Red,

inflated it like a weather balloon

and off he went

into his desert-like tent like a Sheik

counting his conquests,

using his brushes and colors to paint the day

to camouflage his true intentions,

which were raw with hunger.

she was young and innocent,

and watched him grow while she shrank

meekly from the advances he made,

smiling with his magical Spanish eyes,

feeling the heat.