Rain

Sharing the ledge
Under the tatch
Shelter from the rain
Thoughts an endless train
As our fingers interlace
I lean against his shoulder
Feeling secure in his strength.

The steady beat of his heart
Hoping we never ever part
The smell of rain in his hair
Stirring in me, undeclared desire,
Hands lift bowed chin
While needy eyes search eyes,
Kindled embers within.

Minds caress, as lips meet
Gently, mutely speaking,
Asking, probing, Answering,
Demanding and surrendering.
Dancing to unheard music
Softly moving to the crescendo,
Souls content, we take a bow.

-Rashmi K P 2006