I Wish Upon A Summer's Breeze

I wish to be a summer breeze

sweeping across your stifling skin

feeling your body quake under

the coolness of my faint touch.

--a subtle breeze

brushing the silk wisps of hair

away from your porcelain cheek

--and creeping across the nape

of your slender neck.

A wind can do mere things that I cannot.

It can be gentle and coy

though I am rough and unabashed.

But I promise, I can be temperate and mild

like the gale, if you’d let me…

I wish that I could be unto you

a gentle shower

dripping from the crown of your head

to the pointed bit of your darling nose.

--even the most infinitesimal drop

could taste the sweetest portions

of your lips

and blossoming body.

The driving rain can do mere things that I cannot.

It can be invasive and overwhelming

though I am restrained;

but I promise, I can be penetrating and intrusive

like the rainfall, if you’d let me…