I Miss
The pitter patter
of water drops
and smell of moisture
in the air
as the world is
washed clean
and refreshed
anew
as each bit of green
gets a small
and cooling sip.
I miss the rain. The sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it, the taste of it. I miss it all. I love it all, and with summer upon us and in the clutches of a heat wave? I miss the rain so very much.
Trust…
is a thing
weighted and wet.
Dark and swirling
it ripples
around me.
Your hands
hold me under
and the world
beyond
disappears.
There is only you.
The greatest trust I have ever given to anyone, I have gave to you. And I give to you again and again, each time I allow you to take me into those deep dark waters of the drown. In that space, I am at my most vulnerable, and as you hold me there beneath the surface my light shines as my soul stretches and writhes.
Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being my anchor… my dominant… my love. Thank you very every minute… every second we have together.
Twisting the Leaf 