Rain (Part XX)







You wear lust so well
Too well
Especially when they barely conceal flesh
Your eyes, different tales of pain they tell
Until mine travel south and see the bulge
Yet, the full rainbow of your thoughts
They fail to reveal
Then your fingers break silence
Make conversation
And my deaf nipples peak
Eyes fixed, a mongrel on juicy bone
Paying attention
Like they hear your touch
My lips; a NO they try to form
But somewhere in this discuss
Speech has been lost
Hot all over
Yet, my body predicts rain
Our eyes become silent
Lost in lust mayhaps…
Your hands do most of the talking
And I sense there’s so much they want to tell me
Your tongue, thirsty maybe
Start tracing rain
Up, down,
Down, down, up
Straight into my oasis
Where wetness already dwells
My body has not lied
Rain is come…

Jig-saw of complete thoughts. Sea of emotions, each tidal wave; spewing form. In this world of haves and have nuts, I chose the latter.

Discussion2 Comments

  1. oh my. This is good. really good.

    i like how nipples are deaf,  how fingers break silence and how bodies predict rain. i really like this poem.



    please take (xx) from the title, it’s not showing good taste. please.

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