The Smell of Rain

The smell of rain can seduce you,
besiege the body,
hold you captive to its vapors-
Sterling white showers enrapture,
tepid pleasures rise in steady streams
of steam, she courts you-
Her honey dew warmth, lures
the pores of creation to unfasten,
to simply drop their skin for immersion.

Open-mouthed soil anticipates,
awaits to date yellow mustard seed
in dark, rich texture
exposing well spread roots,
unraveled long lasting lineage-
Ruby mouth raises life from below,
while above releases sudden relief,
she bears fruit on the dragon vine.
Scarlet flames rise surface and simmer
In silence...

She tempts you, budding life
from deep inside the womb
she escapes, permeates her scent.
tantalizing the loins of men,
in body, her celestial frame excites
the sky-gazer in full-bloom!
The Temptress-
She temps you, I say!
She stimulates sensations,
entices the wisdom of sages.
She stirs the senses steadily;
she practices,
she prays,
she procreates,
again and again...
and again
and again...
​as life, ​synchronizes in solitude-

- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2018