Wearing rain I want
your hands to meander
over me. Come stroke this
breath smooth, those drops yet to fall

In an infinity loop your absent
beauty chars, and charring fuels
my craving till each inch of skin is
scorch, dew, hymn to you

Soot petals shower in slow motion
My pores smoulder through downpour

I crouch
waiting for your scent
to condense, your waltz on water
to end, I wait

for you to thrust
me into another
hunger lit by lightning
forked