Untitled Love Poem #1

Seared
desert bowl
sand in the air
rain has been a long time coming.
Cornrows bow their laden heads
wheat
burning
beneath the summer sun.
Rain
torrents falling
awakening parched soil
creating an oasis.
Finally
it has broken
everyone looks to the heavens and prays.
Violent boom
bolts of lightening
rage across the sky.
Ozone
a taste on the tongue
passion
desire
two bodies becoming one.
Melding
merging
entwined in each other
into her ear
he whispers
‘I have missed you
my love.’
Gentle smile
pull him closer
lifting her hips
they lose themselves
lips meeting
soft sighs.
They come together
two who are one
made whole
neither wanting to part again.
Nov. 10/18