The Haven
They run through the pouring rain, escaping the raging stream together.
A secluded shelter draws them in, to a place time has abandoned forever.
A lonely droplet glides from behind her ear towards her slender neck,
continuing its lonely, slow pilgrimage along her soaked, heaving back,
down the velvety slopes of her spine, and there, waiting for no-one,
finally merging, desperately wanting to be joined, unified, to become one.
He is intrigued by its path, hardly drawing a breath,
until it dives under her sunflower-yellow summer dress.
He tries not to imagine where it wanders from there
because she fills his space, she is here, right here.
She whispers something in his ear, what she says, it doesn't matter,
as the tone of it seeps through his essence, forces his rigid words to shatter.
He forgets to breathe and gasps for air, the world spiraling wildly around,
She is his foundation, his lifeline, his beacon, without her he will drown.
He explores the path from her temple to the neck, etching wet lines into the damp skin.
He wants to taste the exquisite saltiness but is afraid it might cause his core to spin.
The infinite enigma of her eyes, lashes still laced with lingering water drops,
the hour is paralyzed by their suspended craving until all time stops.
For a few breaths, they cease, inhaling each other's scent,
not quite grasping the enormity of what all this meant.
The sound of the rain drowns under the loud beating of his heart,
a delicate taste of her lips teases the soft skin carefully apart.
The mixture of her cool skin and warm tongue is intoxicating.
The invitation, the promise, there is nothing more exhilarating.
