A Poem I Know On the Rainy Days

>> Friday, February 21, 2014

With you, 
I never dreamed of white dresses.
I never pictured the shimmering scenes of friends and lovers,
a superfluous flowing of gossamer petals and lashes.

Instead, 
it was a cupped longing, a guttural knowing.
It was angst 
and salty torrents
and a when-can-I-kiss-your-face?

It had never been like this before.
Reckless exploits, 
but a discernment in the soul.
And over a year later,
that mountain of misguided emotions
still needs a cathartic release

on days when rains.

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