puddle siren

I love your rainy

Drenchen wetness

Soaking through me

To the bone the blood the marrow

The nerve ends sending signals

To stand my stalks of flesh on end

You are the shower

The persistent downpour

You are the flashflood

The tempest the storm

You are the lightning

Who strikes me like Thor

I’m longing to hide in the gap

Between your sheets

Your whiplash crack your fork

Counting the seconds

From thunderous torrents

To vivid screams of electric relief

I am the rod

That you trace to the earth

Lest I be incinerated by your gash

While I gawp at the naked blink

Of the flesh in your flash

At the moment when the mirror cracks

And more is revealed

The way that buckets of wetness reveal

The tantalizing outline

Of your heaving breasts

And the endless plunge

From belly button to forfended place

Dripping

Dripping

Dripping

With scalding tantalization

Creating rapid extremes

Of pulse and motion

Through the flowing streams

Between my face and loins

Which pop you up

As hubba bub showers

Like the effect created by  

Swishes of sand and pebbles

Sploshing rashly onto my placid wet surface

In whose depths I am waiting

For your lash of light

Since I am blinded

By your voltage and amplitude.

08/05/2012  - Moscow 


written on my knackered mobile phone on the electrichka. I was on my way into town to attend the first recording session of  'I love you to tears' - rainy - sunny - post violent carnival of death atmosphere.