It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout!
The heat inside now shrieks for outing,
The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you,
And what I inhale is shivering my body,
I know you are dancing somewhere very close,
Humid air that is wet, murmuring a song,
A lyric that is sung after meeting the beloved
Although I can listen to your slow heart beats,
But now I want a thunder of passion,
Lightning of sex that excites someone,
She is still sleeping in a tiring noon,
Shake her up and wake her up,
Inspire me to sing, and excite her to dance,
I want to see your show of romance,
See the smile that will follow the cries,
Come on dear clouds and capture the skies.
A beautiful poem.A poet always wonders what lies beyond the clouds.
A stunning write full of passion as you wait for the beloved rain to release the tension of the humidity that drains your heart and soul!
Yes, it is too hot and humid! We all look for the rain! It is lurching some where close, but stays eluding like a shy lover! Let it thunder down with passion! I agree with Mark.... great metaphor!
I love metaphor it deserves more than one read so I read it 3 times lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet, very sweet poem.................10