Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


The rain is gone


You got wet clothes to dry
A face to wipe some droplets of rain
Some stains
On your breasts
Kissing stains
Some bluish marks
On your thighs
You always say
These things, stains and bluing
Happen
Because of the rain
The rain that refuses to leave at once
And you are caught to his embrace
You always say the rain
Is responsible, one season to blame
Why these things, these stains cling to your body
The thoughts of rain
Leaving
Saddens you now

How you wish the rain comes back
The stains caused by him smells and
The scent of sweat makes you sway, gives
You the feeling of
Stay, I love you, stay, do not go away.

Wonder, how the rain could have removed
The stains, smell, sweat, but you say
The rain causes it, he cannot leave you

He still has the fear of getting rainy wet.

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2008
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