the breeze passes through the garden
whispering of the storm
the sky disrobes of the gold with which
it was previously adorned


the blades of grass lay on their sides
bodies finally at rest
as the rain walks up to my porch step
slowly slipping off her dress


half seduced I lay here
til the moisture reaches my lips
the leaves tremble in sync
with the motion of her hips


and I tremble in sync
with the rhythm in my chest
gracefully drumming faster
eyes rolling to the west


the drops of water roll over me
bonding sky with skin
the thunder starts its serenade
as slowly,

I breathe in