It is a rainy night when the wind beats at your door like a lover you have turned away ~ She comes back trailing leaves and branches. She comes back in a shower of earth. She comes back with blades of grass still clinging to her hair. ~ No matter how hard you hold her, you are still elsewhere making love to another. ~ No matter how hard she holds you, you are still elsewhere. ~ Your bodies slide together like wet grass blades, You cling and stop the raindrops with your tongues. ~ Later you rise and pick the nettles from your hair You take the leaves for clothing ~ Your loneliness is a small gray hole in the rain. You rise and go knocking at her locked front door.
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I touched your hand but you seem miles away
No matter how much our tapestry of love unwinds
My heart still remains.
Thats what I was reminded of . Lovely work My Dear…Jesse