Lust in the Rain
by LateNiteFantasy©
There’s enough light to see
through storm-grayed trees. Rain
slicks along curves, melting
into skin the way sweat joins
with the air. The wind licks
here, tasting the salt of steamed
flesh; then there, lapping
at sibilant leaves. Desire is
monochromatic on the outside.
Black, like lust-dilated eyes reflecting
a shrouded sky full of turbulence.
White, like a flash of teeth behind lips
in the split of light streaking across
the heavens to the ground.
Gray, like the taut need suspended,
upended, between two bodies. Inside,
it’s throbbing, like the pulse of the earth.