A lush summer storm: raindrops
falling to their knees like a man
falling to their knees like a man
kissing his lover’s body
before joining it. The river
likes it rough. Silt stirred up
from all the rushing. Wade
into the middle and rapids
whitewater at your hips as if
they were a boulder. Stumble
and the current pulls you close.
The river wants to rock you
in a whirlpool, wants to hold you
all night long.
