Something Blue..........

Barometer


This stone that is
my body, heated with
the relentless lack
of shade,
seeks the moist
of rain

(I want you
like this)

when the monsoon
of you kiss
begs
with primal gravity,
the voice of water
seeks
dry earth

(I want you
like this)

and this stone that is
my body,
answers
hearing only
the rain

(I want you
like this)