First rain in Paradise

God made a violin from warm and youthful wood,
a perfect violin, with thin strings stretched between two perfect curves,
cutting the right world and the left world in two perfect swells,
like an elevator button.

God made velvety skin like a ripe peach,
velvet made only to be caressed,

God made two lips like cherry flesh,
red and wet, shining softly half-open,
thirsty, waiting in the summer heat
for a single drop of water.

And your fingers, God made them perfect
so you could feed yourself with elegance,
so you could pick a strawberry with them
and bring it slowly to your soft, thirsty lips.

God invented beauty so you could put on a show,
so you could leave the onlookers breathless
at the sight of the wild goddess of love.

God gave you a voice
so you could say YES with confidence to the chosen one of your heart.

God gave you hearing
so you could listen to love as it breathes,
supine at night between two stars.

God gave you legs
and a wondrous vista,
the weakness of the heart
and the desire to conquer
an oasis with a thread of fresh water
hidden between deep valleys.

You know how well you move,
when you pass slowly in front of me,
when you lie stretched out lazily,

Gazing lost in desire,
eyes wide, drowned in the endless want;

You’re full of sweet juice and you know it,

You cast a shadow of perfume,
like the first rain falling in paradise.

Your body is a red apple,

Ripe, swollen, weighted, trembling on the branch,
it can wait no longer,

must fall, must burst upon the earth.

burst open wide, ruptured right in the middle of the white flesh,
black seeds like pitch-dark soot,
spilling out.

Hold the violin still,
let your hand glide across the strings
to make them sing.

Imagine me, imagine you,

Playing together,

You the violin vibrating, me the bow on your strings,

Play the violin with your hand,

Press down,
make it vibrate,
squeeze hard,
caress.

Until rivers of moist desires flow in the desert,
until the sweet-bitter moanings from your arched throat,
brings a storm of waters bursting from the depths,

From between the strings
Sing burning sighs of love,
and I will play from the bow,
close to you, close enough.

Together we will make music
that only we know,

This hidden symphony,

love without words.