Umbrella

There she stands Centre stage for all to see Tall and slender Precariously she balances. I reach out for her Draw her to me My hand skims her body Slowly reaching her skirt. Playful fingers find hidden areas Delighted her legs spring forth Displaying the very beauty Of her delicately adorned skirt. Gaily she dances around Dizzily twisting and turning In the brightness of day shading She gently tends to my needs. Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping Merrily bobbing up and down As emotional to her performance Clouds cry a thousand tears for her. Reaching our destination Slightly shaken, she leans Watches me quietly drips Against the wall. Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment We acknowledge one another silently Restful knowing we shall be One once more.