The Color of Rain

In that photo?  Are
four sides and four
corners the limit
of my vision?

Tan smooth skinned
woman, with soft
silken reciprocating
touch of love.

Or am I only
dreaming?  Her
reddish nipples speak
                        otherwise.

Rain isn't captured
by a camera, droplets
mist drizzle torrents
showers sprinkles

Needing warmth
and sun, so much
as nature's chaos
is her discipline

and waves are driven
towards an unknowable
rhythm defying time
space - matter mass
  
we weave entwined
pulse vibrant hot
circles within our
minds' sight lightning flash

   .   .   .   .   .

Pour! Over imagination's edge:
animate!
from the middle
in the muddle

the colour of rain, a
picture           .           seeing!