Poetry

Liquid mirth beckoned to her gypsy soul
Casting spells on her runaway thoughts
Its silver dance on her thrilled wet skin
Rained promises showered by forgotten gods
 
Euphoria reveled through the slithering drops
To caress, to whisper, to sing sensuous odes
Splashing her with wet water-secrets
As elation coursed through the lavish hour
 
The incessant beats quenched her rhythm
And danced her over to the salacious night
Moving her to the heady brink of satiety
Over the daring edge of a thirsty life
 
Walking in the rain, knocking on chances
Drawing charms from ancient wells
Warm summer rain and little wood-fairies
Weave their magic into the waiting dusk...