Awakening me on summer nights
like a long departed lover;
my nostrils picking up the unmistakable aroma,
his cologne of desert rain.
He teases as he fills the room,
wafting in from every vent and open window.
Leaping from my bedding
I rush to the door,
flinging it open,
expecting torrents of falling rain.
His presence absent for so long—
I envisioned sheets from the sky
enveloping my body in the ecstasy of cooling water;
leaves on the trees also bathed, heavy from the moisture,
alas, no release tonight,
only the maddening presence of Verga,
a greedy suitor, unseen in the darkness
full of heat and passion
evaporating his moisture before he can ever touch me.
I am hopeful, awaiting our encounter on the desert floor.
I think he enjoys Verga’s attention,
allowing her to take him again and again with her heat.
He is a July tease,
ardent in his skyward behaviors at dizzying heights,
yet coy and elusive to embrace me in his watery arms.
I am left forsaken,
bereft of any relief,
his promises of release
merely false signs of his love.
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