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just another One night stand

rain approaches from the West

and the dry Earth licks her parched lips

with anticipation of this Whet event.

the dry ground boils and the yellowing

blades lift their gaping mouths to

the sky.  her lover moves in slowly

with angry yelps and spittle shouts

lights and fury, a lustful embrace

and soon he will dump himself onto

her waiting flowers.  steam will rise

as the cool wet mingles with the

hot and dry of her once supple

bosom.  a timeless and deadly

romance from Ancient to Ancient.

i sit and watch his movements.  cumbersome.

flailing.  untamed.  extravagant.  and she

bleeds red dust and cracked skin stretches

over exposed roots and taut strands of grassy

hair.  he blows a tempest song across her

skin.  goose bumps rise and the breath quickens

just as he hovers directly overhead.  his

loins pressed heavily on the open air between

them.  she reaches upwards and grasps his stormy

head and pulls him down, until the weight of

that cumulus soul suffocates every living thing

inside her.  eyes close.  mouths meet.

and his downpour is unleashed.  morphing

her dry red dust into muddy blood.  grasses and

branches hang low and heavy.  she is fulfilled again,

as he passes over – the tryst ends.  he dissipates

and feels the sun on his back, then vanishes from

her sight.  only his muggy scent remains on

her body; thriving.  once he is gone, she will rise

stare at the blue sky for a moment, and

change the sheets, alone.

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11 thoughts on “just another One night stand

  1. Sonny says:

    A stunning way of describing a rainstorm… a provocative and apt metaphor for many of the complicated twists that occur between two people

  2. Dang I would have imagine she would have just ran outside and stood barefoot in the puddles of his exit…..oh but what the heck this is some mighty fine writing just the way it is!!

    • thanks so much. i have never had a one night stand so im no expert. but i imagine, at some point, the “she” has to change the sheets – and that just can’t be a great experience.

  3. You constantly surprise me with your writing. Just when I feel overwhelmed with “fancier” words and twists, you do something that brings it back to a “real” place for me and its just insanely good.

    “a timeless and deadly

    romance from Ancient to Ancient.”
    just wow. love Ancient to Ancient.

    “only his muggy scent remains on

    her body; thriving.”
    what a crazy accurate comparison.

    “once he is gone, she will rise

    stare at the blue sky for a moment, and

    change the sheets, alone. ”

    this is where it comes back to the real place for me.
    so so tangible.
    so good.

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