yours lips wet with desire,
tremble the flame….
curtains shout,
and seas divide!
while rain drenched leaves
tempt the wind with touch,
as small children play
hide-and-seek in the shadows.
time burns the edge
of page and thought,
armies disperse, abandoning cars.
rainwater stands in half empty pots,
your hands open and close.
the tongue wrapped around
the butterfly’s wings,
heat waves lap at unknown shores.
your breasts rise and fall,
be it dream, or want…
while thunder rolls,
and clouds make love!
Clouds Make Love….
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