By Sin Migliori
I am like the rain, soft and warm,
caressing your body, pooling in still parts,
or hard stinging, and cold like that of the hail, leaving you naked and alone.
I am like the rain that seeps into your pores, deep
saturating the numb covering of your unused
virgin heart, pumping with my humid passion.
I am like the rain slanted and forceful
blinding and curling about your delicate lashes
which grip tightly, squeezing me out or desperately holding me in.
I am as the wind whispering over subtle valleys of your masked body
gently seeking entrance into what you hold dear.
I am as the wind which never ends
licking about your fingers I dance
effortlessly up your arm, coming gently to rest upon
your moist lips.
I am as the wind gusting, yet slowing
around the hills of your breasts
allowing my strength to envelope and perfect your weakness.
I am like the rain and as the wind..
I penetrate and surround
but unlike you, who feels every moist drop glistening on your skin
clinging and falling down your stomach
whisked away by the warmth of my breeze, I...
I am not. Whether I blow or pour, rage or howl, to what
effect are my rantings lest you are there for me to buffet against.
What good is all my strength
without you to feel me?