DRENCHED MUSINGS

The night rain is hiding
Behind a dark veil
But I can
Hear the dancing feet
Smell the fragrance
Of fulfilled love
Feel the cold kisses
Across a blanket of sweat
And see the colourless collages
Made on the window pane.

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When it rains
In the narrow spaces between the walls
Through the fume filled suffocation
Of the city streets
Among myriads of men and women
When the rain squeezes through
Between my outstretched fingers
Between the dense leaves of the tree in the courtyard
I can’t help wondering
What if
The rain was claustrophobic?
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I love the rain
When his tempo wanes
When his fury has begun to recede
When I can hear
His deep laboured breaths
His gasps of exhaustion
After having made frantic love
With his mate, lady earth
After having sown his seeds
In her sacred, infinite, womb.