In the deluge and gray
they stop to kiss
amid the spring green shrubs
on uncertain grass
his hands
all tenderness
on her curve of hips
he leans forward
presses his lips
soft with pleasure
against hers
remains steady
in the unyielding weather
full yearning

Her hair
now a waterfall
on bare shoulders
she shivers
shifts her body
to borrow his
wraps her arms tightly
around his center
lavish descent
into the kiss
into the flood
into every gusty possibility


Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 30



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