Me and him
getting wet;
in the distance between our welded bodies,
and me remembering
the dark dense woods of his country.

Tall trees,
nests of love in each bough
‘it rains like this there too’
he whispers

his black curly locks
play over my forehead
and i whisper;
‘it rains like that here too’
lightning fills the eyes
and desire rains.

My hot breath
plays over him;
his smile
plays over my lips.
The rain waits outside
as we wait, getting wet within;
he the rain within me
I the rain within him
and without.
Now
his memories pour as rain
like a forgotten dream;
returning here, the
fragrance of his love

and there,
my memory drops
in his heart.

            Rain, it pours
            here and there.