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MOONLIGHT RAIN, AGED LOVE, AND DESIRE…
There we sat on our raised verandah, looking out and up
At the celestial canvasing nature so beautifully gave us.
Peacock-like nimbus clouds slowly strutted across the skies;
In a chameleon-like fashion, they gradually changed from white
To a dark blue hue that edged towards the borders of blackness.
Fascinated by this heavenly transformation our eyes mingled
And a curious smile drew itself across our mysterious faces.
Then suddenly, the lightning flashed! Next, we heard the thunder!
And without hesitation, the celestial pitcher poured down its waters
As if a great thirst call had been sent to God’s heavenly cistern above.
In the desert of despair below, once wilted life took on a new meaning
As the terrestrial flour kneaded herself into a soft moist risen dough;
The humid air blowing an arousal scent teasing our aged desires.
Our hearts throbbed as if love would stamp her footprints in the soft mud,
Leaving a trail of rejuvenated ecstasy withered in the desert of old age;
Synchronized in the moment, we calmly moved to the warm bedroom.
There, we lit aromatic candles and put on Trane’s Love Supreme
And to the pitter-patter of raindrops falling, we slowly fell asleep;
Oh, what love manifestations come when moonlight rain falls.
