Nymphomaniac

It should rain often

and lightening should strike many times

As, my body is the stretching plains of the mother

electricity ignites over and over

In a hot ripping wind

we scream for the summer

We reach for ourselves

for some truth, for a monster

We come from the dust,

sienna and thunder

We bathe underneath

a spontaneous hunger

We come together at the center

We've got lips but no letters

We've got designs but know better

We've got friction and static

our palms are wet and they gather

sparks that our fingers

collect

and spray

all over

each other