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…