IN THE DREAMING

IN THE RAIN

From under the roses, I see the rain fall. There it is, a thousand tears sliding down the curved leaves, dropping fast and cold on the ground. In the night, you can’t see their glitter. There is no light. The moon has covered her face, a polite observer who wishes to disappear behind her sparkling sheathing of water. I feel the Wind on my face...and in the night, in the air, I know there’s something I can’t place. Something that the chill of ice on skin can’t hide...and I wonder.

I wonder about the Wind

If the Wind were my lover he would entice me from my hidden bower, his shrieking whisper a howl of love I couldn’t deny. I would feel his breath surround and lift me like a soft maple leaf, red with cold. The shivering would start, and I would smile to feel the aching...wondering yet again...how do you separate the cold from the anticipation? For I know my lover will not show his face. Hiding in the swirling chaos, he delights in touching without knowing... stealing without owning

I feel him set me down in a field. No. Fields upon fields. I see the softly graded rows stretching out endlessly...and I sigh as my long, dark hair is moved aside. The hands are cold. The touch is cool. The fingers are soft, a drape of moonlight caressing my neck. Ah, lover! Thou art fugitive! In my mind his smile is soft, and his touching begins like a thousand hands stroking a silken harp. I yield. Oh, yes, I yield...my skin a glowing thread bowing wherever fingers rest. There is no wish to fight, no wish to know. One by one my garments fade, and I am not cold. In the night, in the rain, my skin running with water, I know I have fired the Wind’s soul. He is flesh without knowing, and I am the kiss that binds his will. In my mind I see his face...the wildness of lust, the tender longing...and I pull him close, closer, closest, until I see his eyes. Until I know we see each other. Until I know we feel each other. Without a moment of rest we touch until we know each other. In his arms I am the ache that won’t subside. I am a breath of heaven shimmering in the air, a glimmering of love gathered in a lover so bold that together we are a storm worth reckoning

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