His yard in the rain
Rain falls on my back, small drops sliding into my eyes,
you hold my hand gently, “Does this feel okay?”
The tiny button on your shirt quivers under my touch,
grains of sand on the little stones beneath our feet slip in water.
You turn your head, shy, but your eyes speak more than words,
checking every movement, every breath I take.
The scent of wet earth mingles with smoke from wood in the yard,
you position yourself to protect me, without saying a thing.
I feel warmth in your arms, in each brief embrace,
yet the cold rain makes my heart beat faster still.
You ask the same questions again, softly,
“Is this comfortable for you?”
You don’t rush, you don’t force—
you guide me in every subtle motion, every small detail I had missed.
When I leave, your eyes still follow me,
a final touch, a little smile hidden in the shadows of rain.
Reflection
I chose this moment because it was the first time I opened my heart to another person, filled with a mix of excitement, shyness, and a little fear. The hardest line to write was “Does this feel okay?” because it is simple, yet carries all the weight of care and attentiveness, defining the tone of the interaction. In the first draft, I included the danger of bandits in the area, but I removed it to focus entirely on intimacy and gestures. I did not over-polish the reflection, allowing the process itself—the observing, feeling, and unspoken gestures—to remain raw and authentic. These subtle details are what give the poem its strength and sincerity, making the memory vivid and tangible.
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