Rain's Disappearance

Disappearance  Like delicate snow that melts  in the midst of our breathe  Can you feel the heat of what we say taste sexual precipitation When our tongues drag across  sensuous excavations  delivering a pause where we examine protrusions  Practicing a more deliberate artifact extraction. A woman's golden place. Let me taste your snow, as you melt away, I'll claim your disappearance,  making ecstasy reappear two or three glimpses at first  then you visualize that final surprise  Capturing tiny bits of rain drops that tickle my tongue. Everytime I speak I want to feel your wet interruptions  In midst of my pardoned eruptions from this lust entwined love affair. We taste rain even when skies are clear.