A Malaysian Rain
A simple element,
Takes many forms,
From tempestuous
Rolling, thundering
Gothic darkness.
To soft whispering mists
That caress my thoughts,
Cleansing.
Gently flowing rain clouds
Skip lightly
Across an endless ocean.
Whitecaps rising
Beckoning me
Like fingers curled
In come hither to trace
Tats on body painted
Henna.
The emotional tenderness
Of red-orange
Lips, slowly murmuring
A story told of
Women adorning themselves,
Painting their bodies
In preparation to meet
Their promised loves,
Of Anath adorning herself
To celebrate
Victory over the enemies of Baal.
I wish my wings were to
Unfold to fly,
Fly across to you
In dreams of a cleansing rain
To embrace an elemental
Form.
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