deathpoet's blog: "poem"

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...