POETRY
Waiting for the Rain
Free Verse poem
After the door shuts and the footsteps die
I rehearse the words I wanted to say
I tumble them around in my mind
Rewrite them to perfection —
But I won’t see you again
Those nights we spent entwined in moonlit silk
our hearts beating wildly, kisses so soft
a mere feather could have tasted my lips —
How could such passion be sustained?
Surely we would have burnt out
like two candles beckoned by one flame
And those days by the beach
when you playfully teased the ocean
your skirt lifted high
the waves bathing your thighs in seafoam —
I still want to lick the saltiness away
but we’ve both been battered and beaten
against the shore to the point of loneliness
We used to be like raindrops
spreading ourselves out to the world —
We explored the City in all its splendor
gathering other raindrops as we went along
We were fluid and irresistible — two crazy gals —
But our attraction could not withstand the droughts
Your highs became lows, crashes so hard
the forceful blows struck even me —
I watched your beauty fade into a grey mass
thunder clouds so fierce I was sure to get wet
