Fine Rain

I stood in the lee of the house watching

fine rain so soft it felt like

your hair as it sometime swept

my face as you rode me like a

Queen riding into battle

face set on little death and

glory and my groin flooded and

reeking of your efflorescence--

all the perfumes of the world thrown together in

one perfect jar

overflowing and unstoppered

showering me like fine rain barely felt in the

lee of a house.