After the Rains

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After the Rains

You spoke of her
many times in the days
before our first sudden embrace.
Her scarlet blouses...
the scent of jasmine perfume.

After our first night together
you spoke of her, never.
Did I replace her,
erase that space
that once filled your heart?

As anticipation fueled our days,
and lust kidnapped our nights,
with your many caresses marking
my body as yours, misgivings faded.

Until, last night, after the rains,
in that moment of mindless oblivion,
you called out her name.


Pris Campbell
(c)9/16/2001

Published in Limestone Circle