desiccate

your cool lips        
like brutal rain        
at the base of my spine        
makes my knees melt,        
and turns the rain  
to steam  

steam which          
covers the sleek      
curve of my ass      
like a fine mist    
shrouds an    
innocent      
hilltop    
       
beneath that        
vaporous veil,  
I arch back and      
breathlessly cry      
(yes)   
(no)  
 
mercy      
     
to be answered      
by only        
a recalcitrant sun        
which turns away its face,      
and smiles        
       
and smiles        
       
and smiles