Saturday, May 28, 2005

poetry submission

this rewrites itself again
today in raindrops that seem bearers of a secret,
spread across their form
and sanctioned and dwindled
and held at bay
but tapping on my window...
begging for a glance or taste
the light touch of their fingertips on my skin
subtle embrace that holds, and draws me deeper
while lips inch over my neck,
soft, patient, and resolved...
now at my ear, send their whisper
"let go... just be this"