Drenched

Enter this cloud
Of nostalgia that tufts and rises  
Dark and billowy  
Promising summer storms  
Of slanted rains  
Strong enough for redemption  
 
(They will be broken promises, it will blow much stronger than that)  
 
And any effect it might have on you  
This cloud  
With it's seriously thick ways  
Manifested hardcore  
To stick in skies  
That mean to be blue  
 
They just may cling  
And swamp you  
Dampen your skin  
Slick you with perspiration  
Like the afterglow of red hot lovers  
 
I swear by the residuals  
Of that atmosphere  
Where I store my most sensual  
And intimate memories  
They will cling tightly  
 
(And somewhat perversely on my part I might add)  
 
So high the humidity  
It's density in comparison to say. .  
Florida  
During hurricane season  
Similar...  
And as equally volitale  
 
I have imagined in the center of it  
The eye of the storm  
So to speak...  
A still life  
Of my cataclysmic genesis  
 
And have warped around it  
With twist and dark funneling  
Swirling justification  
Around all events following  
Eden and the walk out of it  
A naked shame  
 
Because it has been an eternity  
From here to that calm  
My feet are blistered with remorse  
I should be grateful  
For all the precipitation  
In this desert  
 
I should hold up my cup  
And let it be half filled  
when I am this thirsty  
 
(And then be able to offer a sip to you)  
 
But for now  
I can only offer entrance  
And this warning  
Alerting you to what you might weather  
And wear  
The heat and sweat  
The smell of bodies grinding unholy position  
 
.....the after effects of red hot lovers