The rains always arrive without a great announcement,
but their coming means a change anyway;
the land is slicked back by the torrent
that does not pause for a single day.
A storm can make itself known so carefully and quietly,
and yet leave its mark, visible from afar;
let me do that with you in the night, softly,
between the sheets, by the light of your cigar.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
The rains always arrive without a great announcement,
but their coming means a change anyway;
the land is slicked back by the torrent
that does not pause for a single day.
A storm can make itself known so carefully and quietly,
and yet leave its mark, visible from afar;
let me do that with you in the night, softly,
between the sheets, by the light of your cigar.
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