Fields of Rain

The fields of rain will not dry

Beneath your feet, clouds of my wine

The taste of dew

I adore in you the femininity of roses

Secret honey

Sows dreams in my veins

An eternal thirst

For the meaning you know

How often have I spread love between your fingers

Under your nails

A sacred lust

I desire bowing and prostration

O childhood of the gods

And the great pulse of Ishtar

~ Firas Alwaily