I am lost
in the meeting
of our lips
caught
in a storm
my eyes close
with the onslaught
of rain, soaking me
to the skin
the way you touch me
the flow of your fingers
gliding down my back
curling over my hips
pulling me closer
to you, strong current
I am helpless,
drawn, thirsty
I can't get enough
I've spent years
in a drought
my lips cracked
my throat parched
my heart shriveled
I begged for an end
to my dry misery
until the skies
opened up with you,
my silver lining.

08/31/2003

Posted on 08/31/2003
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