Soaked fields
tremble under an ebbing dawn...
Subdued, the blades,
will whisper, drop by drop
to the heavens.
The tender skies
are ready to receive you once again.
Evaporate, my precious,
into angels' cups
and let it rain on me
once more.
Night gently descends...
The heat is quelled
for a moment.
Night life...
exposed,
creatures crawl,
as dormant paws
scrape naked earth.
Dirt diggers
search
for moistened soil.
From the moon's pearl core
does the glow of life and love
commence
to pour.
Til your mountain tips -
dipped in creamy shine -
steam snow
down trails of melted lore...
And birds fly out
into the mist,
just to kiss a velvet cloud.
The intricacies
of intimacy
laced into airy puffs
undone,
as the shroud of sighs
undress
before your face...
Your body amazes me,
and the nature of its composure
praises me in my countless journeys
across this land.
Like the river stream
gushing down thigh meadows...
Where arms branch out
and dipped finger twigs
linger
in the surging flow,
Before I quake...
And all of it quivers,
thunderously,
as morning dew creeps
onto skin-tight sentiments
and you're left
so wondrously
wet...