The Sun and the Rain

I am the Sun and you are the Rain. 
My rays permeate through the diadem of your clouds, 
Which conceal the dark cumulus of your eyes. 
Active heat from my pistons of fusion 
Steam the gardens you lay in, 
Evaporating your sorrows into smiling peaks of puff. 
You are the Rain and I am the Sun. 
Your curling clouds rise with the strength of my warmth, 
Coaxing me to stir up the tempests of nature. 
Air and Fire make love to Earth and Water, 
As plants and animals imitate rocks and spirits, 
So that when our bodies swing in balance 
All is melodic, my love, all is One. 
Together, rhythmic and jiving, resplendent over the land, 
There stands the perfect harmony of our union; 
Me, the Sun, blazing through the Air, 
Caresses you, the Rain, aqueducts of the Earth. 
In prismatic sex not long lasting 
We create a marvelous spectacle for all to see, 
Chief among them a rainbow, evanescent with color, 
Upended, like Cupid's bow 
Shooting arrows of love down to the Earth below. 
 
In the garden he lays me down on the grass. 
Tenderly he unhinges my dress, 
Sweeping his fingers over my skin. 
Oh Mother Mary, Magdalena on high, 
So this is what it's like? 
How like Bernini his touch sculpts rapture 
Into my aching body, 
Engorging me with those mystical eyes. 
Him, the angel: me, the elegance of St. Teresa 
Reclined in ecstasy under his trance. 
How his body moves against mine, 
How deeply he kisses me under the trees. 
The whole of my garden, ready as a virgin flower 
Opens its first blossoms to the sun above, 
Calling to him from beyond the Gates, 
Singing for all of nature to hear: 
Kiss me again, my sweet, kiss me again! 
His tongue, slithery as a snake, 
Coils around the apples of my bosom, 
Tasting forbidden secrets of love that twinkle 
From atop my peaks of honey. 
His strong hands lock me to the ground 
While the thrust of his body sends me to Elysium. 
Emancipated butterflies escape from my mouth, 
Landing on the roses 'round us, 
Witnessing the splendor of our procreation. 
A dam breaks, an explosion rushes forth, 
Ignited by the friction of passion. 
These material tools transpire opium to cast 
Orgasmic hallucinations that transport us 
To a place far beyond the boundaries of space. 
O, cherubs and seraphim, let this moment last 
Let this moment last!