Tropical torrent:
Hot, salt rain pouring from my every pore,
Splashing, soaking, saturating your heaving, forest floor;
Each and every drop shining, shaking,
Surface tension fighting for foothold
Upon unusually unstable ground,
Wracked and rent by fearsome, feral forces
Raging from the epicentre of the earthquake
Deep in the pit of you,
Where your body, soul and spirit,
Made molten in the furnace of desire divine,
Are fused, aflame, afresh with mine.
Through a stinging veil of involuntary tears: joy & salt-sweat,
My focus shaking to the random rhythm, two-left-feet-beat,
Of twitching nerves in locked-out arms on their last legs,
I watch in exhausted wonder,
Beheld and beguiled
By the utterly uncontrollable beauty
That is:
You
