Evening Storm

                                      for Catherine



Opened

all four chambers

-wide open,

offered the keys

as tribute,

welcomed your

Samsonites w/both



arms,

poured my soul

into your

upturned hands

even as some

of it

doused your feet.



Your smile

spoke of trust

to hold such

a priceless fluid.



I begged you

to drink,

ingest, consume

the spicy liquid,

let it fill

your senses,

your mind,

quench all

of you. I did



this purely,

completely.



Eventually,

my soul dribbled

through your fingers



to wash away

in puddles and streams

from yesterday’s

evening storm.

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There's a wealth of emotion in this piece, I loved it.
I'm sure to return and read more.

Anne