Coil

Sweatfall Two interlocked bodies Move together Like a seesaw of passion The softer, gentler lover A poet of words Observes the exchange Of a man and a woman breathing in each other Through the steady motions They learned of From their own innate primitiveness And the sweetness of the experience Propagated by their blessed motherland The poet is consumed By the imagery that arises from lovemaking The dampness and humidity That comes solely From the lower parts of the human form And makes the room smell of sex And fleshly desire There is only what the poet can pen As being sweatfall The hot rain that pours down Off the skin As the two animals Push forward and deeper Into the maddening heat Of each other Awakening a core of the self That had slept patiently Until wakened By the flooding ocean Of pleasure That cannot be feigned As climax is met And the two return from their heavenly venture The poet That sweet, gentle soul Can only recall the word he has stumbled across In trying to capture the idiosyncrasy That falls from the body Like summer rain