~ Summer Rain ~
You were not noticed until you were a mist clinging to my skin.
Your touch began to run through my hair, making rivulets that ran down my neck.
As you continued your caress, my hair was drawn down as if by an insistent hand and lay wet around my shoulders.
I put out my arms as if to embrace you and feel you upon me but I cannot hold you or draw you near.
I can only be touched and not touch, a selfish pleasure brought to me by surprise.
I turn my face upward and let you wet my lips with your tender kisses.
I am refreshed, and I raise my palms to you.
Standing there for what seems like hours, losing track of all time, I drink you in, melting into a vision of the daughters who have gone before me and were mesmerized by you.
Even after you have gone, your sweet smell lingers upon me, and there is an added fullness to my lips and a softness to my skin where you have been.
You have quenched my desire and filled my soul with your very presence.
I will miss you until you visit me again, and I will run out to meet you.
How I have loved … summer rain.
