Rain

R.A.D. Stainforth contemplates a walk in the rain

It's the way droplets

pause on your face,

how your neck looks,

tempest with a seaweed

of rain-soaked hair;

because your clothes,

drenched against innocent form,

beg to be peeled away.

Walk with me today ―

embrace global warming,

get crazy Waterworld-wet,

lap waves of kisses,

let them flood between;

drink resplendent,

play dead, drown, 
float, until we 
are no longer thirsty.

tk/October, 2012


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