rather than tell you how i love you,
again, let me simply and softly whisper
in your ear — the rain makes me long to be
near you, long to be against your skin,
surrounding you, long to be kissing your neck,
over and over and over again. rain knows that
none of my other lovers cry out so sweetly
gorgeous, under an assault of wet kisses…
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
May 28, 1998
(For Alex L. –
hopefully not too much
of a presumption)