When they came to bury us there was nothing left.
The raspberries were not in season.
(It was November, after all)
I emptied my body for you.
Preparing for the monsoons,
I let you fill me with sand,
Up the toe, ankle, calf, knee--
I stood guard against the waves,
And protected the house you took her into.

She moved her feet to nature’s tunes
Dancing in chorus of the rain
She flew with the rhythm of the wind
And lightning added to the frame

My monsoon muse got drenched in rain
While she danced in ethereal sprees
The peacocks danced along with her
And so did the mighty trees.

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01/05/2020

Your like that morning cigarette with your coffee
Not exactly needed but welcomed. Enjoyed. The best part of waking up.
The caffeine hits me as the smoke tears into my lungs
I breathe deeper
You not being here is like one without the other.
Still bearable just not as noteworthy


You to me are comfortable.
Like a pair of shoes that fit your feet just right, as though you are barefoot and every step is floating.

You to me are sunshiny days and long walks around town.
Warm and gentle. Like the way you kiss me after staring for a second to long.

I didn't want the romance or the attachments.
I didn't want the emotions and the heartache after.
Smart enough to know it'd happen
Stupid enough to plunge in
Headfirst. Off the tall diving board that engulfs the smaller ones in shadow's.
sinking to the bottom I gathered my exploding thoughts.
I jotted them down in the notebook that is my mind
It is there that I soften the edges of what I want to say. It is there that I make it tangible for others. It is there were I make it less corse, less bitter, less angry as to not upset you. It is there that I mold what I need to say into something you may be more receptive of. It is there that I silence the fear and ignore the doubt. It's there that I try and take the emotion out of it. But it pours from my words like the heaviest of rain clouds.
The emotion leaks out like the first few drops of a monsoon storm.
Wild and erratic. Completely out of place.
But it's when the onslaught of rain comes that you realize just what you are in for.
Sheets of rain come down impeding on your vision
Like the tears that fell from your eyes, clouding your sight as you rubbed the sadness away
I didn't think it'd hurt this much.

When monsoon pearls roll down
From Heavens to dry earth,
They'd drench me to the core.

When moonlight leads to You
And you become the moon
I'd need you evermore.

When stars glitter for You
Your smile widens so bright
In bliss I'd pour my heart.

In every breath I take
Sweet scent is what I sense
Your memories bring rain.

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Sweet scent of earth
Quenched in the rain
Incites the poet's
Wondrous wings.

He flies across
The growling clouds
Holds thunder in
His joyous pen.

Then brings respite
From skies above
And a glimpse of
His monsoon muse.

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And monsoons,
will always be about our kisses,
wet and passionate,
your breath tickling my neck,
your fingers warm at my waist,
as rain drops soaked your hair,
and wet the front of my shirt,
the look in your eyes I will always remember,
of total surrender,
how you gave away everything you had
and how I held onto what little was left of me...

The blaze of the sun cut through their flesh
Sun kissed sweaty skin and dehydrated lungs

Knelled and cried for mercy
The heavens answered their prayers

Loud thuds were heard like a roaring lion
Lightning struck like a shooting star

Their quench was put off
Soil's aroma spread; it rained.