September 30, 2009

  • Hajimarimasu

    Cloudburst

    The air hides its temperament
    Gusts and whorls and swirls and gales
    Invisible, unknowable, unassailable

    As if from ether, passion appears,
    A warm front and cold front collide --
    Pressed into stone, warm flesh beats

    Sweat sweet with love,
    A rhythm beats strong with lust,

    Hair wild with intent,
    Eyes bright, expectant,
    Of harboured hopes unspoken,

    Piqued, hungry --
    And hot tears fall, with ragged breaths
    Possibly, amazingly,
    Satisfied.

    9.30.2009