“The very last drop of rain perched on the edge of her navel—the last bead of sweat balanced on the feather of her eyelash—

the last long-wet of my kiss on her skin—
all these demand more, more, more—
more wet, more wet—

yearning for more rain, fire, desire, moisture—and the cool chill of crystal-water, thirst, saliva, longing, rain.”