A woman asked me How it felt to see my lover again And I found myself Most inconveniently out of words, darling My mouth opened I almost said Being with him Is like Summer rain In the Sahara Or the first sip of water taken By a thirsting man Like the cool feeling of grass beneath bare feet In the spring The smell of blooming WisteriaΒ Β Like a bonfire in Autumn The sound of leaves falling from the trees It is like the first snow of winter Blanketing the world in white Or the the steam from a cup of tea But instead I smiled And closed my eyes