Waiting For The Rain

how did this happen?
i find myself wanting you

 a stranger i've glimpsed
draped in black silk
shrouded in sunbeams

a part of myself
nearer my soul
than i have ever been

i find my words
blurring into yours
i cannot find my voice

it's overwhelming, this temptation i feel
to pour myself into you, as though i were
letting the flood-gates open
and everything
everything
everything
i
am
all
i
have
been
all
i
will
be

everything i know...

but then i would have to wait for the rain
to fill my empty self
and rain is not a promise

how did this happen?
i did not mean to want you

what i thought was fresh water
turned to absinthe in my mouth

i am waiting for the rain


October 30, 1995
© Lela Kaunitz