THE SMELL OF RAIN

The smell of rain can seduce you.
Besiege the body,
Hold you captive to its vapors-
The eternal spray of the God's
spreading white shower's
to rapture tepid pleasures,
raising steady streams of steam.

She courts you-
Her honey dew
lures the pores of creation
to unfasten,
to simply drop their skin
for immersion.
Her opened-mouthed,
darkened soil anticipates,
awaits to date,
yellow mustard seed's
rich texture exposing,
well spread roots
long lasting lineage-

Her mountain's,
move life from below
while above,
releases sudden relief.
She bears fruit,
on the dragon vine.
Her scarlet flamed surface,
simmer’s in silent mist's
of magic...

She tempts you budding life
from deep inside the womb.
She escapes, permeates.
Her scent,
tantalizes the loins of men
in body,
Her celestial frame,
excites the sky-gazer
​into full-bloom!

The Temptress-
She temps you, I say!
She stimulates sensations,
entices sages.
She stirs the senses steadily;
She practices,
She prays,
She procreates again and again...
and again, and again...
​As life ​synchronizes in solitude-
- Tiny Poet, The Smell of Rain, 2018