Pour...

Inspired by a piece I saw Miles perform....


Last night it rained in your bed. Started like so many before it, rolling around like panther cubs in the jungle green satin of your sheets. Hands that once fumbled over flesh fit familiar into grooves etched by time, we melted into each other like oil in the cast iron darkness of your bedroom. Felt as if the world vanished beneath us, and the only thing to stop from falling was each other. Cool flesh pressed into me at every possible point, only you could calm the fire sparking in my throat. Blinded and bound I vowed to get to know you by taste, purest vanilla orchid flesh I have ever known. Chests melded so well the cells beat in unison. We fuck like lightening beautiful and frightening, thrashing like a caged leopard under this copper tiger of a man. The very moment I flushed scarlet and begun to tingle, I stared into the heavens of your face and you opened like the sky over Columbia. I broke, flooding the ancient riverbed my soul had become. We clung to one another like the sky was falling.
And it was.
It rained last night, right here in Our bedroom



FYI: Columbia is one of the rainiest countries on earth