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,
misgivings faded.

Until last night, after the rains,
in that moment of mindless oblivion,
you called out her name.


Pris Campbell
(c)2001

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 issue
of Limestone Circle 2002


Response Poem by Mike Subritzky

After the Rains  

Forgive me,  
as I lie quietly beside you

that unspoken veil drawn

between us,

you bruised and hurt

so very small and afraid...

after the rains.

 

I see the tears

glisten in the moonlight

and know your pain

this wounded heart of mine

is yet to heal, and feel,

and once again know love.

 

Forgive me,

that which has ended

and will never be again

still hangs heavy on my soul

but I know that time and you

can mark my heart as your own.

 

So let me know your tears

and I will share that scarred

and fragile lonely place

and you will teach me to love

anew...

after the rains.

 

 

(For Pris, may you once again know Sunshine, Strength and Love) 
Mike Subritzky        2001 Judith Rose Collaboration

 

© Mike Subritzky

20/09/2001

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