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By spaceman Date: 2002 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.21.16.59.9263]] |
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You were angry at me the night it rained and I chased you through the field behind the house not to catch you but to contain you. I dodged your barbed words and thunder drowned out the bitterness in your voice it wasn't until a break in the weather that you heard me say I love you. You fell into my arms rain-soaked,smelling ot the elements wet grass a more pungent aphrodisiac than your perfume and my lips on your drenched skin roused a hurricane, your cold front hitting my warm and we spun, dizzy, into a fast, fumbled communion that resolved nothing but was a respite the eye of the storm. |