off season
far from the bustle
a damp solitude
outside , a mask of rainy darkness.
Shrouded showers
clouds of mist across the nocturnal light
Eighteen years younger
no breaks in my past
the moment and i , We are one
it rains harder
silent streets thunder , they quake .
I want to soak and soak in the rain
to water the wastelands of my soul .
I Am a Desert .
My body is the earth , my heart the sky , my sensuality the sea and tangled between these naked legs is this evening in my destiny .
there is a gentle rhythmic run , unhurried, why should i rush .The fire has been lit , for my wet hair
wet arms
wet eyes .
This evening ,this moment , i share an intimacy
with me .A sound -
old or new?
none
A pain-
seen or unseen?
no
Nothing at all.
I sit on the grass
Time sits with me
all of my own .
the rains pause
handfusl of crimson from the setting sun smeared across my wet face .
i stand still, for a long while . No Joy , No Sorrow , No Anguish , No Ecstasy. just a quiet waiting...
it is almost dawn .
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