No one sees
No one knows the “me” I am
When I am alone
I close my eyes and
I fly away to the place
I’d rather be today
No one special, no one’s mother
No one’s sister, no one’s lover
I stand alone in the rain
The water like cold needles
Piercing my skin
Each drop more intense than the last
Each one making me
Feel alive, so sensual
Hard drops, making my skin
Feel so aware of my body
The air makes me cold
But that is not bad
Because the heat from within
Makes me warm in my own skin
Each drop like a lover’s touch
Makes me moan
Each drop like a kiss
I feel to my bones
Oh how erotic the sensation
Of feeling the pleasure
Of the rain
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Reviews of "The Rain"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2011
Damn! Warming up the joint, my friend. That photo didn't help. Have mercy.
I really enjoyed the poem. It just took off like it had been shot from your fingers onto the keyboard like something possessed. Excellent!
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
I really enjoyed the poem. It just took off like it had been shot from your fingers onto the keyboard like something possessed. Excellent!