ravishing

The water
Filling the Caspian
Boils
And the lascivious steam
Rises
Dissolves the swollen sky,
Bursting storm clouds,
And showering the steppes
In a mad caress.

The dark, dripping Tatar hands
Seize the dusty, dry
Parched Persian earth
And strangle the sand
Yellow and frail
Into muddy dirt,
Joyous soil.

And in weeks,
It blooms.