rain

Quiet rain,
stealing in when no
fading dewdrop was
looking:
You've passed over me
sleeping... Drifting in half-
dreams of
soft rain
and your pattering
caress on fevered limbs.

Slipping and sliding,
I'm freed--entangled--steeped
as I wake, my being
already quenched.
Your flavour on my
lips:
Seeping rain
and half-
remembered kisses.