THE RAIN POURS
THE RAIN POURS
S.JENSEN © 2018
WITH ARMS
TIGHTENING AROUND
HER
IMPERCEPTIBLY
LIKE A WARM
COCOON
REMAINING SILENT
FOR SEVERAL
MOMENTS
CONSIDERING
HER WORDS
CAREFULLY
SNUGGLED CLOSER
AND ARMS
AROUND HER
WAIST
FOR BALANCE
WHILE GETTING
ON THE BIKE
RIDING DOWN
THE COAST LINE
ALL SHE COULD
THINK ON
IS THE CONVERSATION
THEY HAD
SUDDEN WEARINESS
OVERWHELMED
HER
YET THEY
HAD STAYED UP
ALL NIGHT
DRINKING
AND
TALKING
ON EVERYTHING
FROM PAST
AND THINGS
IN THEIR LIVES
WONDERING
THE REASONING
OH WHY
DID WE BOTH
PLAY THE
HARD BALL CARD
ITS NOT
SOMETHING
EITHER OF US
WOULD
HAVE DONE
LONG AGO
IN THE COURSE
OF OUR
DESIRE
DREAMS FLOW
SOMETHING
IN US BOTH
CAME ALIVE
NO DENYING
OH THE SEASONS
NOW CHANGE
AND DREAMS
LONG GONE AWAY
BUT WE ARE
NO LONGER
YOUNG
AND SO INNOCENT
BUT OH
SHE CAN BE
SO NAIVE
YEP I CAN BE
UNDERNEATH THE
YEARS OF WALLS
BUILT
THE ICY FOLDS
MELTED
AND THEN SOLIDIFIED
ALL OVER AGAIN
IS THERE
A SIMILAR GOAL
THAT CRAVES
AND TO
THE PERSON
IN FRONT OF HER
OH THE SOARING
PEAKS IN
THIS FIRE
WE BUILT
EMBERS GLOW
WITH SOME KIND
OF ENDLESS
PURSUIT
NOW FAST REALITY
CONFIDENCE
LATELY SCREAMS
OUT A SMILE
WIDE AND STRAIGHT
OH WE BURNED
BACK THEN
NOW SHARP INCLINES
COVER
OUR TRACKS
OH TO THE
LOST VANTAGE POINTS
WHERE IT
ALL BEGAN
IS SO A BLUR
OH DID SHE DARE
TO THINK
ANYTHING AT ALL
WOULD EVER
BE DIFFERENT
OH TO THE
FORCE FED HEARTBEATS
AS THE SPEED
RUSHES
IN
FASTER
PACES AND
RAIN SOAKED
STRAIGHT THROUGH
HER JEANS
PRICKING THE SKIN
AS IT HIT
BUT NOT HARMING
JUST LIGHTLY
SPRAYING DOWN
WATCHING THE BEADS
FALL OVER
THE LEATHER JACKET
NOT SEEING
HER FACE
FROM THE SHIELD
IN FRONT
PROTECTING HER
OH THE HARD
STING OF RAIN
REFRESHING
CLEANSING
IN A BEAT
TO THE CORE
OF HER SOUL
THIS RISE IN PULSE
SPARKS BETWEEN
SO WELL KNOWN
SHE HELD ON
TIGHTER
AND LEANED
INTO THE JACKET
BACK
THE WARMTH
AND BREEZE
MINGLED TOGETHER
THE WAVES OF WATER
RUSHING IN THE TIDES
FROM THE COAST LINE
AND BLURRED
GREYS WITH
MELLOW YELLOWS
SHINING IN BETWEEN
AS THE SUN SETS
THE TRIP WASN’T
THAT LONG
TO THE SPACE
OF DRYING GRACE
ANOTHER
BLOCK OR SO
INTO THE DRIVEWAY
THE RAIN
BEGINS TO BLIND
SO PERFECT
TIMING
HEARING THE
VOICE MUFFLED
AS SHE GETS OFF
SHE SAYS SORRY
DIDN’T GET THAT
SHE SAYS GO TO THE DOOR
OH AH OK…
RUNNING THE BIKE
IN THE GARAGE
SHE GOES
AT THE DOOR
SHAKING OFF
THE WATER
FROM HER HAIR
PUSHING IT
BACK
SEEMED SO
AWKWARD NOW
CHECKING THE
BAG ITS STILL
DRY
LOOKING DOWN
AT THE MAT
STANDING THERE
WAITING
AND WAITING
SEEMS FOREVER
WIPING FEET
AND THEN
FEELING COLD
HANDS AROUND
HER WAIST
AND A HEAD BEND
DOWN
TO THE BACK OF
THE SHOULDER
THE WARM
MOIST KISS TO THE NECK
OH HOW
SHE JUST MELTS
LEANING TO THE DOOR
AND A SIGH
COMES FROM HER
MOUTH
IN THAT INSTANT
KNOWING
WE HAVE
DISCUSSED THIS
BUT UNTIL
THAT MOMENT
IT JUST SEEMED
SO RIGHT
THE MAJOR
ELECTRIC FIRE
FLOWS DOWN
INTO THE PIT OF
HER STOMACH
OH SO ITS
REALLY
REAL
SO HIGH
WAY DOWN
SO DAMN GOOD
FEELING
SHE SAYS TO HER
NEVER LET GO
OF THAT
FEELING
SHE UNLOCKS
THE DOOR
AND
IN WE GO...
I WAKE UP…
SIGH.
