Monday, May 14, 2012

i wait...for she the rain...

To get the full sense of rain...
With her wet strong smell...
Her moist liquid joy on me pouring long...
I wait...

I wait like a desert unfilled...
Like a hard ground by none tilled...
Like a thirst unsatisfied...
Like a dried scorched sight...

I wait...
To get her all in me
To make me turn into a sea...
To topple me upside down
To sweeten my glucometer brown... 

I wait...
For her the rain
Blinding torrents bursting open
My canned and sealed and dried pain...

I wait...
To get the full sense of her...
The rain...




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