Baptism

Her grip is the mist
on his skin.

While she stretches over
like a rainbow

over this hill,
he vainly holds her tight

but she keeps on falling
like waters

from the height,
holding him immobile

by her weight
on his loins.

He wades, sinks in
her pool of deep green waters,

drinking freely
as it seeps into his mouth

while here
closer to the sky,

among the clouds
where neither warm light

nor cool air
stands still,

fully immersed
in delight.