the sullen wind and the rain thundered . . .
withdrawing my dripping cloak, I let my damp hair fall
going to him I made my smooth white shoulder bare
my raven hair tangled, I whispered, "I love you" . . .
I had come through the night to be with him
he stroked my cheek and wound my hair in his fingers
kissing my throat as I closed my eyes
his lips burned with his love
my head he clasp to his thundering chest
and his tears came falling down
we stayed together all the night long
and still we have not stirred from this dream
Written by Constance La France
November 11, 2012