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By moi Submitted by dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Oct 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.04.11.05.14450]] |
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today it rains. and i think of bottles of wine, poured into plastic cups. with glistening drops of merlot, clinging to our lips. little rubies falling, as our hands drop to catch them. a memory starts: with you in my arms, and wine in our hands, we first kiss. i think of candles, and the light reflecting off picture clad walls, and wooden shelves. of the velvety gray darkness, brushing against the light. fingers tracing, against skin. warmth: of your body against mine, with gentleness, as you touch my face. i think of you sitting across from me, your stocking feet crossed beneath your legs. i think of piano, or guitar, or something soft and sultry coming from the speakers on the floor. vibrating our toes. apassionato, pianissimo: the music touching our souls rhythm, defining it by chord. i think of the soft hush of rain, against the window, droplets and droplets gathering, descending in slow lazy style. pooling together on the ledge, reflecting the streetlights in its jagged mirror. i feel: laughter on my lips, and a stillness in my soul. a quiet, descending with each falling drop of rain. i think of your laughter, intertwining with mine, your legs puzzled into mine. i think of you, only hours away, and i wish for time to hurry away the minutes. for night: rushes in |