lying over tender, rippling mounds,
grace and power block the evening light.
electric pulses just eluding sight,
suffuse the depth and fullness of all sounds.

tension grows and trembling surrounds
the ebb and flow of nature through the night.
senses build inexorably to their height –
and moisture from all surfaces abounds.

within the earthy depths a rushing flow –
a well of moisture sated from on high.
a breath of silence settles with a sigh
as tension breaks and leaves all souls aglow.

still forms, shadowed now, will yet belie
the drinks of passion they long again to know.