Saturday, September 01, 2007
Poem #244 of 365
I never saw someone reach his
mouth to devour the storm
as you did, my friend, on rainy
today.
You cuddled the trunk of a tree
and allowed the pressure of a
man's shoulder to comfort you
too, as your mouths upturned
in wizened thirst.
I took no time to notice the
configuration of puddle as I
twisted my feet to turn from
the car and join you, and
be with you in wet.
You offered a song, it was the
mist of your smile, and I felt
worshipping words touch my
own lips, and the rain licked
our clothes, sealing them to skin.
Dreamy in mud, I could not
leave you to mirth in isolation,
as that shower washed away
everything but the sweetness
in our lives.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
[republished from my blog at xxcommunicator.blogspot.com]
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