First Rain
Pitter patter footsteps,
running in my room.
Pitter patter on block paving,
my beloved came.
Almost three months have passed
since I saw you last.
I instantly feel at home.
We cry quietly together, our tears falling down.
You gently caress my hands and face,
feeling new and exciting
like the first time.
We connect.
I smell your damp freshness.
Inhaling deeply this intoxicating scent,
heaven sent.
Not forgotten, yet longed for.
We sit awhile, more relaxed now,
I'm momentarily mesmerised.
Too soon you quench my thirst and leave
me wanting more.
Juliet like I wait by my window,
for your return.
I know you will.
Suzanne Hoyle 2011
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