It’s raining
in Hawaii
locals say
it’s the gods
weeping
clouds hang
like snagged
balloons and
move quickly
through the
basin stopping
to drop ladels
of water on my
neighbors
curtains of rain
are drawn closed
here at home

I’m still
sleepy this
morning
the smell
of you
hangs
like netting
above the bed
our room is
littered
with light
closing curtains
will bathe us
in darkness
our nakedness
draws chills
even your arms
can’t blanket
the tickling air
you pull me atop
you like a blanket
hoping my weight
will warm you but
its the heat
of my heart that
strikes
the kindling of our
limbs

lays next
to me
his torso
wrapped
in sheets
like ribbon
he stands
next to me
adjusting his
shirt and trousers
like a nervous
teenager

quit fidgeting I say

which causes him
to laugh leaning
in to kiss me
his lips soft as down
cover mine
tongues begin to
dance as I moan
and fall to bed
looming above me
like an egret in a shallow
pond he targets
my mouth with his
beak