She is the Rain
A drop of rain rests on my eye lash.
A mirror image of the tear about to roll down my cheek.
Laying on the saturated grass a chill runs down my spine.
It is cold, but I don't want to move.
Another tear falls, only it is not from my eye, but hers.
She hovers over me, but I don't feel her weight, or I don't care to.
Her breaths are soft and sweet as she dips her head closer to mine.
With every inhale I take her into me, deep inside my lungs.
I close my eyes slowly as I feel her soft lips caress mine.
Nothing matters anymore.
Nothing but her.
Not the wet grass.
Not the cold air.
Not the healing cuts on my body.
A finger runs across my cheek, and now tears don't matter.
Everything that hurt disappeared with the swipe of her finger.
With the upward motion of my head, we are even closer.
Now she is deeper inside me, her eyes burrowing into me.
Flooding not only my lungs, but my mind.
Another brush of her lips against mine pushes me into oblivion.
And my eyes fall shut once more.
Then with one last breath, I open them again.
She is gone.
And I lay still on the cold, wet earth.
Another rain drop falls upon my eyelash.
A mirror image of another tear about to roll down my cheek.