The air suffused
with warm sweat
traced in humors
blood-stuffed vapor
at body temp
leaking, aching
engorged clouds
drop
lop
lap at back, my shoulders, neck
No wind, no thunder
drives them, harsh
Just sopped
they plop into cotton creases
Pumped
out
into love's still hungry
art
– eries
Cover deck chairs
Reel in the line
Clothes stick to skin and wanting in
so filled and touching
everywhere
ever-so saturated
I want it sated
I want it raining