Yes, I feel it growing
slowly
like a  trickle
of some condensation
on the roof top of our  nest
Some condensation
of all the sighs we make
in the ecstasies we share
In the wee moments
we are in each other's arms...
Yes, it's growing
in a trickle ...
Single droplets unite into rivulets
Forming into a river
Foaming  into some madness of torrent
With hungry passions  to drown
flaming desires ...
The river is now in flood and we are
its captives ...
Oh I'm drowning in this
love
and don't even try to help me out
'coz I'm enjoying every bit of it!


                             -dougwa-