Rain Lover's blog: "My writings"

I Loved I loved... How you would wake me in the mornings, How you accepted all of me, How you completed me, How you told me everything would be okay when I felt weak How fragile I felt in your arms, How when we made love I felt as if I could climb into you. How you watched me while you thought I slept, How you touched me, How you smelled, How you looked when I could see all of you, How comfortable we were, How short the days were, How the best days were spent with you, the rain ,and our bed. How I did'nt seem to notice your faults. How with 5 words you devastated my world, How "I don't love you anymore", is all you could say. How emptiness is all I feel. How I will never feel the same again. How you realized your mistake. How I can't feel the same about you, because you broke us. How you keep saying you're sorry How you ruined this perfect thing we had. How.................

Will You Be My Man, Because I try to visualize how we began, Not understanding when and how we began talking and walking, or even feeling our hearts beating together. Do you know when I search for you, I breathe at ease when you are near. If I close my eyes on a long dark path, I would feel your comfort as you guide me thru. You would take my form when I need support and fill me up with drops of your strength.. Tell me.. Will you? Walk with me and be my man?

Rain Upon The Street Beneath Her Feet The emonation of The Rain Upon The Street Beneath Her Feet.....takes her back to a painful memory, as certain smells often can. HER ROOM.....as she listens to the silence of the darkness, she knows he will come. Her stomach is sick. "Please God , No" she whispers. Her small hands fumble for her blanket...If only she could vanish into nonexistence. HE FINDS HER...."no father"....her words nullified like her echoing screams. HER MOTHER...abrogated by the codiene coarsing in her veins. The blood of her lost innocense, egresses down her limbs, adding to the stains on the sheet, filled with HER tears, HER pride, and HER dignity. His nervous hands hang the sheet along the clothes line....as the rain washes HER away...the sun comes, and she will evaporate...only to fall again....in THE RAIN UPON THE STREET BENEATH HER FEET.

Standing along crystal clear waters, His body is magnified, structured distinctly, His hair is kinky, yet I can run my fingers thru it. His eyes are like fire that burns within me, I feel him. His lips are soft like pillows, sweet and tender, there is no way I can let him go. His shoulders are broad and demanding. His arms are muscular and comforting, what I crave of him is to embrace me. His chest is ribbed and soothing, a place to lay my head and ease my mind. His legs are are strong and bold, when he walks everything stops. His mahogany color and flavored skin glistens as the sweat roles from his body to the palm of my hand. I am overpowered. I am encompassed. I am intrigued. I am a dreamer, for he sits upon my wall, never to fall..... unless, he falls in love with me.

I like the way my chocolate melts in my mouth, I like it when my chocolate takes control of me and runs through me I like my chocolate sweet I like my chocolate dark and tasty I love my chocolate because itis strong, and it consumes me I love my chocolate.

Summer Wind is Blowing I am three. that is me right there ,I am three. summer wind is blowing and I shall play. THAT IS ME. MOTHER is weeping, she be only twenty three, two children to raise. summer wind is blowing and she is holding his cold hand, THAT IS SHE. summer wind is blowing, DADDY is pushing my swing never more, THAT IS HE. MY SISTER, she know betther than i, "father, father" she cries. summer wind is blowing, and there she stands, THAT IS SHE. DEATH ,oh death standing to wittness the after of your victory. summer wind is blowing, JAGGED BITTER DEATH THAT IS THEE.

Lady Lady, once proud, I see you all laced in bodice and gown. Head held high by dignity, and ancestoral pride. Enveloped in the love of family. Lady... Now I see you crying tears of shame. Embraced only by your lonliness. Your father unknown, unknown ye to your mother. History has given you the name of "Lady" Even now, as I see your hair of blue, bare midriff, and tongue pierced. Head held high only by your will to be. But thoughts within, oh thoughts within. With the gaining of your freedom, where has your security gone, with your strength, your weakness exudes. With your shedding of chains and garments, comes the nakedness of your soul. Proud no more, Lady I see you cast your eyes down.