• Raindrops on my Lexus …




    I wrote this the other day in the parking lot of Sam's Club. You never know when the muse will descend, as he once said. Alas ...


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    The rain meets the trees
    and says hello again

    The rain meets the sidewalk
    is welcomed, received, stays for tea.

    The rain meets the parked car,
    the windowglass, the body
    and is slowly but utterly rejected.

    The rain continues
    reaching downward like fingers
    to find a lover
    caressing the metal body
    kissing its face
    slipping under into the curves
    contours
    and places
    he seeks to be

    But she passively rejects him
    because she’s cold
    lonely
    searching for her soul
    protected
    retracted
    dry

    He touches softly
    on her cheeks
    her lips
    her eyes
    his tears run down her sides and on her feet
    cold and without answer
    he kisses her a million times an hour
    he licks at her in the light
    of 3:30 in the afternoon
    with no response
    no reward
    no return

    Unabated he continues
    until she’s turned on
    warm
    engaged
    occupied

    And when she finally shudders and groans
    her eyes go bright and she lifts
    and turns away

    He watches her leaving
    trapped under a cloud without her
    forgotten.


    ...



    3 comments:

    1. who knew a car could be so sexy?

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    2. Who knew the rain could be so lonely ... ;)

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    3. if i told you all the things i've written whilst parked in a car pelted with rain, i'd amaze and amuse us both. this is good, Steffan, deserving both the oo's in the word itself. giani

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