Saturation of memory

A Poem

Photograph by the author

It caught us
unawares. It was unexpected,
a summer shower that cooled off all
but our desire.
My dress, ivory with an array of tiny purple flowers
was thin, and saturated
with the deluge.
Your hand in mine, we ran —
laughing like errant children,
delighted with the rain,
breathless with wildness
and an exhilaration
we felt when together.
You pulled me to you,
your arms enfolding me;
eyes and smiles
meeting
as a…