And on comes the rain,
Cleansing my windows,
Showing me the world had reawakened
and slipping through my lover's door,
concealed in the dark
Black - clothed in the night but not -
loosened from winter's shackles
yet not yet summer, the rain
not cold, feeds what lies in earth
- a stranger, I pass without a stumble to my lover's bed
and there she lies asleep
and e'r so gently i slip beside her
Like a lover's fingers, the rain caresses, conjoles the earth to life.
And that which the snow once hid responds...
Water and warmth, life -
Grows my yearnings, my patience strains to burst free
My lover shudders at my touch... awakens and knows me
Locked together
Beneath the surface the seeds sheds
Our clothes torn away
and drawing upon what the rain will feed it
we touch, we heave, rising and falling we become one, a beast with two backs...
And pushing ever upward
driving ever faster, ever more forcfully, the world falls away
until upon breaking the surface
all at once...
'neath a clap of thunder
it is done!
and all the world...
is rain pattering against the window...