10082011

it rained again, last night. it poured as if the sky were angry at the earth for not wanting more. and what could i do but sit there in the dark and listen to it all with wonder? more decadent than the falling of the rain was its sound. some kind of secret language of lovebites and kisses, 
the pitter patter

the gentle caress of

warm lips on yearning skin

the complex lust of need need need

more eloquent

more furious

than the simple lust of desire

earth and sky

earth and sky

earth on top

sky below

the violent drumming

of primitive storm

the gift of sky’s furious hammer

and the earth unfolding

sky on top

earth below

absorbing, ever so gently

the sky’s ejaculation

how they have burned for one another!

and how i have burned

and waited

. . .

to watch, like a voyeur

their sweet release

in the ubiquity of night!