Blue Rain / Word Count 139

With Music of the rain
Thunder resounds in the flame

As the shadows dance
The reflections prance

In the mirrors of our souls
Igniting embers, energy flows

With the fog of our scent
Mingled with smoking incense

Increasing our desire
Blending essence of fire

Our earthy vessels writhing
Seeking
Kissing

Chalice and phallus meet
Melt with steamy heat

The sensations of the flute
As the saxophone takes root

The storm becomes the butterfly kiss
The horns become the dragonfly mist

Rhythm is the percussion
Reactor of the reaction

With lust in love
Below and above

Sweet release of intensity
Or shall we call it tenacity?

Only the storm can say
Take it all the way

Spiraling upward
Outward

To infinity
Finite Beauty

On this night with the moon new
And the music of the rain and the color blue