The leaves surrender to the wind,
creating a slight spasm that anticipates the storm.
Red clouds gather,
juxtapose,
saturate with blood,
grow until they graze the earth.
the electric moan ,
the thunder shatters the murmur of gasps.
Water droplets against the earth,
in the chaos of their cadence,
in the simplicity of their vertical trajectories,
lies the shape of intertwined bodies,
the harmonic succession of desires.
In other words,
dance of the senses.
Lust and power.
Break and spasm.
Rupture, delirium, trance.
Orgasm and ecstasy.
Storm and sex.
