Maybe........

The rain falls in ribbons

Rhythmic, consistent, chaotic.

To stand in it,

To stand in it, 

in your naked skin-

Is ecstasy.

Each drop

       Like love

Sharp and unrelenting,

How long?

How long could you endure a lover’s touch

Before you turn in your sleep toward her?

How long could you endure the presence of god?

Before you were driven mad?

And in your sleep

Touched so…

Which way would you turn?

The rain like a child’s cry in the night,

You curse the hour

As the rain, like ribbons

Seeps down across the broad if your back,

And pulls you from your sleep.

Love,

for a time,

like the rain,

avoids the small of your spine.

And in the beginning

Those places the rain does not touch-

You think of as your own.

But love,

Like the rain,

Creeps,

Like ribbons,

Across your whole being.

And now that place in your being…

No longer belonging to you

But to her…

Belonging to a needy child lonely in the night.

Rise now,

Turning to her your accomplice,

Turning toward him your masterpiece-

With all of your frustration,

With all of your fear,

Rise

To stand naked in the rain-

                        Endure love as long as you are-