Rainbow Coloured Wet

The sky backs our blossoming union with showers, April showers.
A mother and father of a downpour but who cares when spellbound hearts are captured by romantic  love’s first flush?
Kisses flow like streams in full erotic surge,
bursting banks  as fences
crumble underneath the weight of break wave  passion.
Fern strew wild life forest, playground or canopy for infinite enchantment.
A fragrant sweep in overspill engulfing all within its frothy deluge.
Lips, the contact points for heaven sent elation twist and turn to backbeats never heard on Mother Earth.
Electric visions grip a pair whose circuits tap into an ecstasy beyond poetic minds.
How we revel in the rainbow coloured wet that spark our  sighs.
Power lines from the universe, sanctioned by eternal wells that never run dry,
endless spring day season with no off-peak.
Portent  to an neverending story as old as time.