The very last drop of rain
perched on the edge
of her navel —
the last bead of sweat
balanced on the feather
of her eye-lash —
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.
EN 
MK