Rain on you
Of all the ways
that lovers do
Dreams and
thoughts of touching you
How I could
turn into rain
And pour myself
onto you
My gray clouds
float to your presence
Steal sunlight
from the sky, and prickle your skin with a frosty breeze
Ignite
goosebumps on your slender arms
A premonition
of what’s to come
No I won’t
pour, nor drown in a biblical deluge
A light drizzle
would simply do
For the
unrequited desires that I seek from you to
Evanesce my
being, I fall down
I’m whole now
in a million drops
Delicate like
sparkling dew
My first
splashes on your raven black hair
But you are
still so unaware
Oh my paramour
but there is more of me
So much more
too of you
The first for
any man, I rejoice in my descent
How a fall can
be from one heaven to another
And drips of me
on your forehead
Your turn your
face above to see
The Cimmerian
nebulae that carry me
I slither down
to your sultry cheeks
Fuchsia with
surprise and elation
Smooth as
polished marble
Of a temple
made for a religion arcane
Known only to
me
And sizzle in
wicked delight
Trills to your
lips
The warmth of
your breath fleeting
Rapture so
abundant
That is in rain
A peek of your
pinkish tongue
Wanders out to
seek a taste
A drop is
captured in curve
And let slither
back in its sepulcher
Inside you I
float, running in your life blood
We are one
How I wish I
could ebb through your veins
Like an
addiction without cure
Drops of me all
on you
Soak your
clothes through and through
Your curves
accentuate my lascivious fervor
As I caress you
further
To the flats of
your torso
I slither and
crawl
Tickle and
feather, my touches to arouse
Till your legs
so neatly parted
Almost finished
what has been started
I slide and
slide lower still
To your thighs
and knees
Shaped with
such feline grace
Your ankles,
till
Your feet and
toes
So perfectly
formed
The places they
take you
But steps so
far from me
So slowly I
roll
To my final
demise
Soaked now by
grass beneath you
I am life now
in another form
Fertile with
your redolence
I await another
turn in eternity
To love you
again
You Will Receive Rain In Its Proper Time: The Holtzbergs --Rivka Nehorai
n the "Odyssey" Homeros described the Kimmerioi as living beyond the Oceanus, the enormous river that encircled the world, in a land of fog and perpetual darkness, at the edge of the world and the entrance of Hades.
ReplyDeleteNewlyweds Gavriel and Rivka Holtzberg were Chabad shaliach emissaries sent to Mumbai, India, to promulgate Hasidissm in 2003. They opened the Chabad House, which included an educational center, a synagogue, and a drug prevention service. During the 4-day terrorist attack on the city launched by the Lahhkar-e-Taiba (Army of the Good) in November 2008, the building was seized and the occupants taken hostage before being killed (perhaps tortured as well). The victims included Gavriel and Rivka, who was 6 months pregnant. The title of the painting is derived from the phrase "I will give rain in its proper time," from the Shema, considered to be the most important part of the Jewish prayer service; it is traditional for Jews to recite the prayer as their last words.