Her Name Was Rain

 

A fervent wish

To land in the East

Where this sweetheart appeared

So clearly on the sky. 

I heard her roar

Like a lion

In the far reaches of the Tsavo. 

Her name was Rain. 

I set out toward the East 

To hug her

And feel her warm tender breasts 

On my cold shivering chest.

Her hugs are special 

For they will penetrate 

The fabric of my pullover–

No need for a bare chest.


© Sea-Crab Poetry.


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