Melted Under You
(for Jennifer)

Sometime later, when the rain slows
to a soft whisper,
my heart stills too.

It is the dawn and the sun
glistens through the raindrops
on the windowsill.

I feel warm and calm,
like the puddles after the storm,
like ripples of windbreath
making their images quiver and pulse,
like a mirror on feelings
that well up in my singing eyes.

Sparkles of lightning
whisper distantly
and I sigh my love as I lay
melted under you.
 

copyright 1998 Teri Taylor
 

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