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.
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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...
ReplyDeletei swear hedge has got to stop slipping the pills in my drink...
^^^You leave my friend Hedge alone, Brian. You're just goofy by nature, that's what i think! ;-)
ReplyDeleteBrian is right. There IS something sexy about being out in the rain.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMay it rain right when you want it to, softly as summer kisses.
hmmm nice...i'm always up for that kind of rain as well.. thunder and strike-heat...yes please...smiles
ReplyDeleteNot just being in the rain, being naked in the rain.
ReplyDeleteWow! Is it getting hot in here or is it just Shay?? lol Great one, my friend!!
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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.
roofs, not "roofd"
ReplyDeleteYeesh.
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
ReplyDeleteI think I hear the thunder...
ReplyDeleteI like rain. It's wet.
ReplyDelete^^Smart ass. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHah, 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.
ReplyDeletei 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.
ReplyDeletethat said, i want thunder and strike-heat! though there's probably enough heat coming off your words to set a wild fire.
♥ d