After the Rains
You spoke of her
many times in the days before
our first sudden embrace.
Her scarlet blouses...
the scent of jasmine perfume.
After our first night together
you spoke of her, never.
Did I replace her,
erase that space
that once filled your heart?
As anticipation fueled our days,
and lust kidnapped our nights,
with your many caresses marking
my body as yours,
Until last night, after the rains,
in that moment of mindless oblivion,
you called out her name.
Art: ' Dance and the Fury' by Marques Vickers
Music: 'Slow Dance' by David Folsom
(both of the above used with permission)
(Marques Vickers is a California Artist, specializing
in Figurative Contemporary Abstracts, Paintings, Feng
Shui Art, Sculpture, and more.)
For Mike, without whom this poem would not
have been possible
This poem has been published in the November issueAfter the Rains
of Limestone Circle 2002
Response Poem by Mike Subritzky
as I lie quietly beside youthat unspoken veil drawnbetween us,you bruised and hurtso very small and afraid...after the rains.I see the tearsglisten in the moonlightand know your painthis wounded heart of mineis yet to heal, and feel,and once again know love.Forgive me,that which has endedand will never be againstill hangs heavy on my soulbut I know that time and youcan mark my heart as your own.So let me know your tearsand I will share that scarredand fragile lonely placeand you will teach me to loveanew...after the rains.(For Pris, may you once again know Sunshine, Strength and Love)
Mike Subritzky 2001 Judith Rose Collaboration© Mike Subritzky20/09/2001
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