a soft boom

the whole sky bleeds
as the giant plops of rain,
thunderous, victorious,
conspire to take my attention
from You, Your scent,
Your silver lining:
they will lose,
as Your entwinement with me
is now complete,
one soul embracing the other.



June 28, 2010, for the Wifey.

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