Dear rain, tonight I shall drench
All my icy necessities, fumbling hesitations
Innuendos and evening that could call me
By my nick name
Seasons are real darlings and you –
If I could desire, my changed attires thrown aside
Like the pavements that ran with the cars
Missing and lost.
Plato and everything – they smelt
And what tip tap musings through your curves,
I hesitate to see, feel shy, during my green desires
Till you let me touch, know.
Tonight when the sun left us untold, dark,
Will you call me by the name? Blushing fool!
Then let’s dance
In this shining rain
Like the ancient frogs still to know
The delights of the earth’s desire or water,
Dancing, missing and lost.