Raindrops

I hear these raindrops

Fall, falling

Against windowpanes that no longer

Hold your reflection

Or feel the warmth

Of your breath.

We have much in common

These windows and I;

A shade pulled over us both

Now that you are gone.

But I remember those deeper raindrops,

Running, dripping, dancing

Along a body that was Thunder,

As we felt the warmth,

The wind, the power

Of our Storm.                                      

We made Love like Life,                                                                      

Myriad in expression,

Beautiful like you and I;

Nourishing the gardens of our hearts

When you were here.

I still see those tender raindrops

Rolling, streaming, being

First diamond wine birthed in passion

By your eyes as you blissed,

Later the hot/salt children                     

Of anger, forming the river

That eroded us,                                                     

Drowning our desire,

Washing away all of our promises

And carrying you on.