Rain-Drops, Tap-dancing On My Windows
She came suddenly,
Lightly tap-dancing on my window, like Fred Astaire.
She embraced, stroked and caressed our emotions,
The cute tenderness of our hearts beating,
Blending into the vastness of love.
On this cool autumnal evening,
The verdant hue of crimson leaves,
Danced with the light winds,
Gliding past our windows.
Enveloped by a searing heat,
Once fanned by a desire now dissipating,
We relaxed into the mode of blissful union.
Her smile was like a Trojan princess;
Her eyes a gorgeous sapphire blue.
How we loved the rain! -- Her gentle,
Steadily increasing drops, cuddled our core like magic;
Her soothing serene sound, like minstrels from heaven --
Somehow She added gracefulness,
To the indigo vastness of the sky.
The autumnal leaves, elegantly gliding in their freedom,
Were soothing; comforting…
These were our golden moments.
Uninhibited, we soared to a pinnacle of Delight.
Outside the trees swayed and glistened,
The wet shiny branches portraying a vibrant energy,
So healing for the thrill of lovers entwined!
Tonight the roads were wet in silent greeting;
The plants replenishing their life-force.
But inside … imprints and lingering wafts
Of Simona’s silhouette as she left,
Still hugged my frame and I knew the joy of love.
Too late, as once again,
She moved from the plane of my excellence,
Into yet another realm of memory, far, far away.
I awoke to a breath-taking sublime fragrance,
Lingering on my pillows; the silken curtains of the windows.
I heard a silent, almost inaudible sound.
I peeped through my windows and the rain was falling… sweetly.
I would wait, as she would come again,
To open the gateways of our celestial paradise
Next autumn… and the rain-drops
Would tap-dance on our windows … one more time.
–Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. © Copyrighted, 9th September, 2016
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