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amid the rain and mist
Amid the clouds I saw, the tears she shed,
aside her thoughts - the birds that fled in pairs,
the dusk descended 'pon our lost affairs,
the cotton fog was dense - my only wed.
It was September then; the first of rain,
the harvest ended and the maidens passed,
persistently the nimbus, dark, amassed,
- drops falling randomly to our refrain.
The maid was walking in the rain and mist
our glances blades to cut-and-thrust, beset
upon our souls' new sacrificial debt,
we felt the beckoning of rain and tryst.
She stood in the melancholy of Fall
pristine, accustomed to the old vendette;
the rain was falling on our courting duet
revolting to our burning blood and souls.
She wore black clothes, due to her lost affiance,
betrothal waging to the recent war
of nineteen hundred ten, an odd memoir
her mind was set to fight - she stared askance.
I walked that night the street below her louvres,
she watched; her velvet eyes, rare beauty braw
and feral attitude were bold and wraw
while she inhaled my scent and aural oeuvre.
The moon had risen large that night and round,
untamed she came, outlined in lunar light.
Against the wall her flesh became my rite,
to carnal prayer she turned upon the ground.
And then from molten skies, the rain began
with eyes reflecting flash, on earth she groped,
with me confessor of her sins eloped,
beneath the rain, her bitten lips impart.
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