To be touched soothingly.
Their moment of union
Inevitable, designed by fate.
The acheful waiting so sweet
Made the moment desirous.
Time tread with heavy feet.
Expectancy writ large in the big eyes.
The sound, that of the beating heart alone
The movement, that of the quivering lips.
Like a woman, lay earth
Exposing the curve of her waist
Around which the moon
Drew a soft silver silhouette.
The scent of the flowers of sorrow
Heightened the earth’s yearning.
And at last when the rain touched
Her callipygian figure
From the wet earth wetted by rain arose
A scent that belonged only to them.