The night of the fire!

I still remember how we were in heaven,
We tasted sweet red wines when the sun hid by seven.
You looked like a fine piece of moon
I kept staring at your shine, since we met at noon.
I still remember your artistic voice
in the market square of crickets,
you moaning was a cloud of rejoice,
before the rain started, before the rain came.

We started conversations on blankets of earth,
You said the wind was one that knew our worth.
Time traveled through our tongues
until the stars went to sleep in our yawning lungs.
I said goodnight, like I was by the cliff end
until when you rolled over, did sleep decide to bend.
It rolled passed your eyes and opened back your lips
I drew closer to your hips
and when our bodies touched, there was a spark of lust.
Nature turned our eyes to each other, it did at all cost.
Then I felt you closer, your lips singing kisses to mine.
The wine, the fire, the night, I and you to entwine.
before the rain started, before the rain came.

Your head will touch the sun that night,
Was worth a poem I should always write.
How we started by the light and laid later like in rebirth,
knowing a little about your body was a lesson to unearth,
I will never forget that night, the wine and that flame
The night the rain started, the night the rain came.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]