Earth

Oh, how he waits,
Lusts for
A gentle touch
Or stroke of the wind.

Oh, how he waits
For his love,
his one, the rain.

"Caress my Dark skin.
Reach inside my
Heart
Let me grow."

An eternity he waits.

"Don't forget my
Gentle touch
And how I traced
Years
Into your skin."

She daunts and dances
Above.

"Have patience, my love."

Temptations.
Like the tides to the shores.

"All I ask
Is to be
Graced
With your soft fingertips."

Without endearment
Death becomes him.

The Earth Lusts
Evermore.