Wet After the Rain
for Rachquel Phillipa Walkine

she looks and I ache
what she is able to do with just eyes
able to do to me with eyes

could look and I'm affected
able to touch me as if with
cold hands, with cold feet

together in bed, naked in bed
too fresh, one-flesh contract

ow! when her palm or foot bottom
press against me, joyous assault

just looking I’m affected
magnetic eyes move what in me
re-assorted, recomposed

eyes resting on me, pass through me
unbearable sweet

ow! I exclaim at the thought of it
I recall it

when her eyes are upon me, I grow weak
I go to heaven, to hell, right on this rock


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
8:37 p.m. 23.09.09