Love Poem For Cloud

Cloud, my Cloud,
my lover Cloud
whose head is a floodgate,
whose body is a storm surge,
whose soft voice can rise
to a cleansing roar;

Cloud,
whenever you open up
I’m afraid I’m going to drown
but then comes a great wave
and I ride, move, shift
toward safe landing,
beach under white stars;

CLOUD!

Backlit by moon,
blued and fluffed
by jealous sun,
changing to meet fickle winds.

Cloud, 
here below
I recall such cool depths 
of you.  

I remember
how you are sometimes
driven and ragged on fast air,
other times
grand, gentle,
drifter in a calm sky;

Cloud,
open up again for me, upon me.
I’m ready now.  I’m more than
ready now —

I need your rain now
to come alive again,
parched as I am,
withered as I am,

thirsty for you as I am.