dark clouds gather
   and disperse just as quickly--
    their frames gilt by
    a goldenred smile--
   no longer threatening
     after a cleansing rain . . .
we lie in the duskful, dewy grass,
  wet and refreshed,
    new life with every breath--
      so slow, so deep,
   jeans and a Mardi Gras shirt
     tossed casually away,
    your body beckons sheerly--
       a satin caress to
         ease a life's hardness,
    drinking all of you in--
       a rapture to envelope my soul . . .