Spring Rains

I knew him as surely
as dry prairie soil
recognizes the rain
after a long drought

My body and mind
had thirsted for him;
soaking him up until
my soul was sated

His voice, soothing
balms, familiar as
the very sound of
my own exhalations

I folded myself into
him, this other self;
as his love restored
life to my dead places

©Brenda-Lee Ranta
Photo Pixabay.com

 

2 thoughts on “Spring Rains

  1. An intoxicating poem – thanks for sharing! I have just started a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s poem is about Spring showers in case you have time to look? Happy Wednesday! Sam 🙂

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