Invisible Rain

You weave through my senses

Teasing my defenses

You swivel and swirl like a leaf on the breeze

You croon in my being

Where my mind’s eye is seeing

The aura of your possibilities

You plead from the tresses

Of whispered caresses

Dangling your charm twixt dull duty and dream

As my best intention

Offers no intervention

Where vowels and consonants glimmer and gleam

You press on thought-levee

Your presence grows heavy

And I cannot bear the duress of your want

Drenching my vision

Without inhibition

Merciless now, you torment, tease and taunt

You ache in raw passion  

You break through horizons

Where purpose and pleasure consummate fear’s pain

As thought spills in ink

You pour and I drink

Words water the air in invisible rain

You hold the power
To bring into flower
The bashful, the brazen, the broken and bent
As you weave your will
From thought into quill
Spilling into poetry; your want is content

© Janet Martin