Rain

We surrendered
through our cravings, embraced

furies in those philosophic limbs.
Our days somersaulted in the wind

bonding with the invisible.
There were wrinkling horizons, way back

then weighty in the April solitude.
And burgundy sunsets

grave with a future’s dreams.
Nights dancing through each lotus kiss.

That kingdom then unwound, long in passion’s teeth,
summoned again in the earned wisdom of rain.

by Richard Bunch

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grave with a future’s dreams. Nights dancing through each lotus kiss. Rachel Ann Butler
'That kingdom then unwound, long in passion’s teeth, summoned again in the earned wisdom of rain...' ...That is how wisdom plays....well done