Monsoon

Rain      
the succour of
parched Earth      
                         Gaia Be Mine      
embrace us
Verdant
in your clothes        
Verdant
in your nakedness
          
when the vales
and valleys
rolling, waving      
                         glens and dales      
resound to the
sound:        
the guttural cry      
gurgling off      
                         slowing to a moan        
  
What is it?        
The doe
                         transfixed      
unable to move      
trembling as
she looks      
                         fixated
immobile      
Or is it you
Looking at
                         the hole      
created for you
by you      
and of
                         you
        
He has drunk      
deep and sated      
loll in splendor      
                         for times abated