Wednesday, 13 July 2011

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.