I am always wet, baptized
by buckets of water cascading down my back.

I am always surrounded by hills, hugged
by earth mother laying on her back,
hilltops pointing up like erect nipples.
I can almost run my hands along
the cleavage of her slopes.

I am always seeing panoramas of you:
Your long black hair running along
your stout body in high heels
slipping and splashing in the water
clacking against the cement.

I am always dancing:
In the rain, in the hills, on the streets
baptized by buckets of water
from the sidewalk, and with you:

I am always one step behind
trying to keep up with your rhythm.

You are my conduit:
Like the sun bursting from behind the clouds
with piercing intensity, reminding me of what
lurks behind your dark eyes.
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
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