Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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05 2010  

New rain

The lands are misty and grey. The rains fallen last night Awake with the morning light, As my being embraces the day. The new rain is a veil of joy, A cloth of silk stroking my skin. The waves of your voice sing Your love and rain onto my soil. You touch me, you kiss me With your soft yet deep eyes. I react with pleasure, I sigh, I look into you, I dive in your sea. Can you feel me, Ocean? Wrapped in your arms, I drown, While, dizzy from me, you frown A raging storm of lovely sensation.