by Martin Steingesser
... awoke to rain
around 2:30 this morning
thinking of you, because I'd said
only a few days before, this
is what I wanted, to lie with you in the dark
listening how rain sounds
in the tree beside my window,
on the sill, against the glass, damp
cool air on my face. I am loving
fresh smells, light flashes in the
black window, love how you are here
when you're not, knowing we will
lie close, nothing between us; and maybe
it will be still, as now, the longing
that carries us
into each other's arms
asleep, neither speaking
least it all too soon turn to morning, which
it does. Rain softens, low thunder, a car
sloshes past.
Photo Credit: Longing, John Pickle.