wet

[datura3]

ah, the rain, a faithful lover:
visits frequently and with ardor, sings me to sleep, kisses me awake in the morning.
a musician, he plays the drainpipe outside like an organ, the steel notes feeding the rhythm of my pulse.
his tears, all impulse, need, his nature:
his manner of gift.
if i receive it, he covers me, and i am his.

Comments

Wow

[anonymous]

This is splendid.

I'm very raw right now, kind of overdosing on empathy without any help, but this one has come close to bringing tears to my eyes. It hits me with so much honestly and lack of pretense. Solid. When I say solid, I mean it stays with direct sensation, sights and sounds and avoids abstract words like: abyss, nothingness, unimaginable, infinite. I'm sure you get what I mean, none of that in yours, really refreshing. Thank you.

Re: Wow

[datura3]

thank you. it's really nice to hear that from someone who can also describe how it works. i'm relatively untrained in creative writing, though i've always been a bookworm, and was a part English major. :)