Poems and prose/Gedichten en literair proza By/Van

FORECAST

Lust would rise
together in twin
tubes of Torricelli

Noticed yet
imperceptible

A common pressure
built the atmosphere

Wordless they
would prepare
to change weather

Old barometers
feel fluids move
remorselessly along
their bended bowels

And drift together
from indifferent zones
into realms of ecstasy