Friday, July 8, 2011

Rain


I want it to rain.

I want to place my palms where your shirt is open and gather rain between my spread fingers.

I want my face as close to yours as your skin is to the storm.

I want to kiss you,

Hungry.

I want thunder

And strike-heat.

I want to show you that the sun is simply too small, too common.

I want the culverts and the sloped roofs rushing.

I want no one, and nothing, else.

I want you,

Desperately.

I want it to rain.

______

15 comments:

Brian Miller said...

i know this little dance you can do, they told it would make it rain...i love rain, there is just something sexy about being in the rain...hope you get your rain shay...off to do that dance...

i swear hedge has got to stop slipping the pills in my drink...

Fireblossom said...

^^^You leave my friend Hedge alone, Brian. You're just goofy by nature, that's what i think! ;-)

Sioux said...

Brian is right. There IS something sexy about being out in the rain.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I vaguely remember feeling like this in the Great Long Ago. Now the only thing I want desperately is for the remainder of my brain to not disappear. Hee hee.

May it rain right when you want it to, softly as summer kisses.

Claudia said...

hmmm nice...i'm always up for that kind of rain as well.. thunder and strike-heat...yes please...smiles

ellen abbott said...

Not just being in the rain, being naked in the rain.

ileana said...

Wow! Is it getting hot in here or is it just Shay?? lol Great one, my friend!!

hedgewitch said...

There is a sensuousness here, but also something deeper, something of the spirit, that needs to drink, to be revived. I love the second line, with its tactile image but I like even better the little analogies of culvert and sloping roofd, and the desire to relegate the sun, the daylight, working world, to a minimal power and overwhelm it with its antithesis of life and freedom that comes from the act of joining with, realizing a desperate desire. In other words, I like the whole thing.

And thanks for making Brian come to terms with his issues. ;-)Not that I wouldn't share--he probably needs a few Fukitols after this week.

hedgewitch said...

roofs, not "roofd"

Yeesh.

blueoran said...

I'll try this again ... the Japanese called sexual rapture "the coming of the clouds and rain": Nothing special about that if the earth did not thirst, was do dependent upon rain for grounding and growth, as our dry souls so need whetting inside the soul of another. It's been raining incessantly here this afternoon in Florida, tropical moisture up from Cuba unleashing torrents of passion, a lover's unleashing of pent-up desire, the garden in receipt of the heart's content ... surfeit, getting one's heart's content -- how rare that is in this dry life -- and how sweet the language of this poem in the reaching for it, in the getting of it -- desperately, honestly, nakedly. Let it rain, let it rain. - Brendan

Lolamouse said...

I think I hear the thunder...

Mama Zen said...

I like rain. It's wet.

Fireblossom said...

^^Smart ass. ;-)

Lydia said...

Hah, it is raining here tonight and expected to continue, off and on, for a few days. But it just doesn't feel like your poem. Damn.

haikulovesongs said...

i live in the desert. in the twelfth year of a drought. we don't have rain. we have haboobs. you know, the 3 mile high, 100 mile wide, god only knows how deep sandblasters. peel your wrinkly old skin right off....well, all your skin wrinkly or not. good thing we don't wait for rain to have sex.

that said, i want thunder and strike-heat! though there's probably enough heat coming off your words to set a wild fire.
♥ d