rain cups
July 8, 2007Let me kiss the earth of your hand
and plant my scent on trembling lands
numb with flashing hunger for thumbs
to circle my nipples, for palms
to carry my breasts like they were
vessels for cupping memory
while waiting for the sighs of rain
Smooth and sensual
vessels for cupping memory
Wow. Love that phrase. How erotic and also romantic.
but rain is treacherous …and your poem beautiful. i like the way you introduce a drenched emotion in this poem… masterful..
Nice one, Rax. Hope the studies go well for you.
Been a while since I last visited.
I like this one.
this is very nice, the body-land analogy serves the poem well.