We danced in the downpour

It seems you are tired of my rhymers so I decided to post a free verse for a change.

~

The rain falls,

not hard, more of a drizzle

this late Winter night

leaning on the light post

across the street,

watching the light in your window,

glowing slats through mini blinds,

outlines of your silhouette,

damp steel seeping my jacket,

cars pass, wipers waving,

splashing in circular patterns,

glistening tire tracks,

straight lines on the damp asphalt

Staring up, dreaming,

still feeling your good night kiss,

wondering if you know

I am nothing without you,

my life is because of you

So many years spent floating,

blurs in lingering dark shadows

curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,

broken bleachers where others met,

and I watched, fearing never me,

darkness would be my hand to hold,

lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes,

a clean plate in line for desert,

they just ran out,

vanilla pudding disappointment,

and it was...

I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light,

as I notice the lamp in your room is out,

when did that happen, where was I,

and the drizzle coats my glasses

A chill claims me as the street light flickers

and I suppose it's time to go

in these saturated high tops

squishing as I pace this sidewalk

of smeared chalk masterpieces

My heart aches again, my life, this night,

every night on an avenue to the border,

is truly nothing without you,

an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,

an existence worth the lint in my pocket,

a poem folded and kept,

written for you in dreams pasted

on walls of off-white,

in a hallway of desire with your name

layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat

and I wonder if you know...there is no other,

none that can compare,

none that could ever be,

no one will ever touch me, thrill me or

love me like you do and I will not be...

I will not be, I cannot be without you

Turning to leave these clinging shadows,

sighing I want you but the hour is now late,

you’re probably in bed, but

any time away from you is lonely

The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain

all but blocking my view, blinding me,

when a hand on my arm spins me,  

it is you, drenched, smiling blue eyes

on this dreary night as you tell me

you know,  you know and it is me

and you mean it, I can tell

We dance in the downpour,

it is us and we are in love,

to the melody of the rain,

our song, they are all our songs,

kicking puddles and laughing

with wet eye lashes, kissing,

soaked with love,

with devotion and sunny days,

moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other

on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light

and forever...you and me

Reviews

[Kim S.]

WOW, This is so wonderful. Enjoyed this lovely piece.

[emmajoygreen]

Your long poem reminds me of an old movie when love was not all sex but the rising passion and need of a man for a woman. Much of your phrases deep and deeper feelings, even a smatter of fear. Yet from start to finish the man seems determined to achieve what he desires. Even to imagining the dance in the down pour! What a dream, what intensity and delight in the very thought of it!

Not read any of your poems for a while, but this compensates for any missed. Your tale - an intense but tender love affair, rises and falls with equal control and passion. Beautiful wording, willweb and more.

[Poetess]

You took me on a journey with your love story.

“We dance in the downpour,
it is us and we are in love,
to the melody of the rain,
our song”

Gorgeous image.

[Vol]

WW,
It is a strange thing, "La Belle Dame Sans Merci," love in all its pretty forms, "a tumble " "a fall," a season of heat so powerful it overwhelms all our senses, emotions, and intellect... and, for many, just leaves us standing where...
"The sedge is withered from the lake
and no birds sing.

Vol

[Ken Simm.]

Americana, The Nighthawk, thirties cinema. The atmosphere in this is palable. I love it.

[Pete]

you must have put a lot of effort into this. very cool. you took me there. i was part of your well-painted scene. always enjoy the way you make words come alive. i'll never look at tuna fish the same way ever again ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Will, this reminds me of a movie I saw recently (name?) I like the way you developed this scene at first it did not seem as if she would leave her apartment/house; it also seems that you may have been "spying" on her for quite some time, perhaps after an initial breakup, and then surprisingly at the end she come to fetch you and in the pouring rain you kiss and sow your web together....she must have sensed your presence and followed you because she loves you...
Warmly, B

[Soren]

"a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted
on walls of off-white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat"
A great passage of poetic wording that I could feel. Just the thought of dancing in the rain is romantic and when with the one you love a memory to be held and cherished.

[FGFRANKLIN]

What a vibrant love story you weave in colors soft and warm; the need, the desire and the surrender. Very nicely crafted.