Eye to Eye

Iris to iris, mouth to mouth,
Seeking each other through the wind, and the rain
Softness and light, darkened desire,
Breathless palpitations, give us earth and fire.

Inkblots are streaming, like tears on a page,
Rivers are flowing, cooling hurt and the rage.
Words flung like pebbles, rolling in pain,
Weathered insults land in clumps on the floor.

The sky cracks nearby, it’s all falling down,
Rain lashing and, the ground moans and frowns.
The river’s turned black, in the ink of night, and
Finally, finally, I’ve forgotten to fight.