The Rain And I (Tears Of Love) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE RAIN AND I (TEARS OF LOVE)

The fire of her burns caused me to explode into ecstasy and my manhood became blameless.
She conspired with sheets of the nights and projected me beyond the sweat of my motions.
Confused and shameful I deployed my mind to love and found the beds of demented lust.
The rain and I exchanged feelings of love's departure as I sat in the loneliness of my acts.
With the temperature arresting my body, I delivered her speech of love letters to hearts unaware.
Facing the elimination of her kisses, she confiscated my dreams with her words of disconnect.
Upon hearing the ground move beneath my feet, I climbed the bed of sorrows and fell into the abyss.
No longer hearing words of expectation, she drove my heart to exits of points of no return.
In the middle of the night the rain and I fell asleep on the mountains of tears she provided in my heart.
She walked by me with her poetry in motion and I succumbed to her waters of refreshing on my pillows.
Hosting the days of her touches, I disappeared without a trace into her lava of memories.
Sinking deeper into her San Andrea's fault I collided with my mind of intelligence but to no avail.
The rain and I are contaminated with histories of floods that our bodies could not sustain.
With the stories of crimes of the heart, I was untouchable with broken tears of love gone awry.
I surrendered my being and gave my gift without questions of reciprocations; how foolish was I?
Transparent as the crystals of silver, my days was hidden in her nights of insatiable desires of dreams.
When the rain and I became despondent, we made rivers of uncontrollable words that portrayed our life.
Destined for the grave of her love, I became her silhouette of time as she divided my heart in two.
Dazed and confused, my emotions went on trial for her movements of curves as I danced the fool.
Her cathedral body took my hopelessness and transformed me into a pinnacle of her spices.
Agreeing with her eyes I forgot the ways of life as her words of butter dripped off her lips of desires.
The rain and I entwined our hearts for another dimension to induce love for nature in twilights of freedom.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 11,2015