Wet

I bring the rain
And flood the valley

For the water’s flow is alluring

As it quenches my thirst
My need
For pleasure

While lingering on my lips
Just a little bit longer

And a gentle wind
Like a hot breath on my neck
Invites me in to swim.

Submerged,
But not drowning

Gyrating,
But not spiralling

A whirlpool
A wave
A wakeful wonder

Between gust and gyser

And I’ve never felt more
Natural

For the mountain peaks
Were a view with which I was familiar

But the further I found myself
In the ravine

The more fervent I felt
About staying below