Beneath...r a i n
By poe_lover28
~~words of eloquence..
    ..flow from his thoughts..
unto paper of.. treasured fondness
from his lips..
                 unto
my skin
touching..kissing
                                       Â
lighter than a feather
feather of the raven...
from which we met
spoken and                                Â
s i l e n t
promises
which we kept
words still...flow....
water.. ~cascades around us
covering naked bodies
as we do one another
words, all we have now
sweet phrases
ridding the bitter taste
past lovers have left
breaking off                                                               Â
..pieces of heart
not shattering. . . slowly removed
                                                  Â
a chipped wine glass is left
which is my  heart
and his full of memoirs
            of those who are         Â
g o n e
together we {mend}
  moving -passed-
never though do we forget
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under this rain..
.
..
...
we desire
one another
under this waterfall
we burn with Passion
fluid is hot...evaporating
there is no guise
no ..mask
only us...beneath our rain
surviving what is left for us
before...
i need i crave, no longer my buzz ..instead him..my destination within
his heart..his happiness
.
..
...
beneath this rain
we quench a t h i r s t
not lust..not quite love..all too real that is for lovers in a facade
under their rain
finding new          d r e a m s
create promises
…(wrapped)…in l a c e
A gift
from who?
          god?
what is             god?
who is                          Â
g o d
all I know
..is us..
                       Â
.
                       Â
…
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…..
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 …….
beneath our          r a i n
not baptizing
but Relishing
in our      sins
we are   h e r e
beneath the    rain
that is ours
all I have
is your h e a r t beat
uneven breaths
against imperfect skin
this is us
only us
beneath
o u r r a i n
Comments on "Beneath...r a i n"
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On Monday, February 3, 2014, Numbers Peppelini
(74) wrote:
What is the meaning to that which is left when we come to realize, perhaps much too late, we were merely just two parallels, that never really had a chance of coming together? I suppose it is meant, we stay as close as we can, together, beneath......r a i n
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A former member wrote:
This sounds like love in its most genuine form... beautiful write and as distant from "sin" as one can get...
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On Sunday, February 2, 2014, poe_lover28
(163) wrote:
oh thank you that means alot Justin!
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A former member wrote:
This work really made my heart race, it is so strong and slightly surreal, the message is so clear and hits right between the eyes. I could read this over and over all night long and still not have enough. You have taken my breath away with this work my dear, truly outstanding.