To Bonnie

TO BONNIE Bonnie, your body was a storm that cleansed me. The sky filled with you suddenly, like a verdict; my palms faced you to receive my sentence. Your small breasts splashed against me. Your flesh dripped from my eyes and hair and hands. I ran naked and helpless through your puddles, my feet wearing your wetness like sandals. A forest racing past my body, glittered with your rain, the rejoicing leaves greened clean. From your looms of wind you weaved rain and leaves and hair that clothed my body. I followed your neck-laced path through the tiara fields collecting your poems from the tips of grass. In the flashing distance where morning meets you, where earth meets sky, ablution was final.