Jouir

 Rejoice, beloved, the body is praising your unravelling! 

 your unsightly breaking like the sigh of the earth

 drenched after drought 

 Debris and dust and the mist 

 of a corporeal apocalypse 

 No chastity of angels or shame of saints 

 could have charred one to the bone 

 as yours leaves you ablaze 

 In the air a phantom scent so faint 

 the oxygen breath of the rain.