the rain
after a vast drought
half-heartedly moistens
parched grass and crumpled blossoms
and before
the clouds played tricks
skirting back and forth
mischievous, brimming
temptresses
voluptuous and forbidding
rouged lips with locked legs
maddening our cracked mouths
one drop
a game of cat and mouse
of torrid wit and logic
steaming on the pavement
evaporates
1 comment:
Oooh, I really like this. I love the first part, about the crumpled blossoms, it evokes a really gorgeous, vulnerable image of a garden. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU WRITE YOU NEED TO DO IT MOREEEEEEEE!!
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