I like touching you, I like you touching me
I like the feel of your skin, so soft, so smooth
And in other places, so rough, so strong
I like your body, next to mine
Your beautiful, yet imperfect body
Merging with my equally flawed body
As in life, nothing is perfect, but I feel
What we have is close enough
The rain lashed at the earth with an unrelenting viciousness that she’d never seen before. She couldn’t see any stars as she looked mournfully outside her window. The sky was as black as her soul and as harsh as the world she’d lived in for the last decade. She rose slowly from the bed and stood at the window of her bedroom, staring outside. It was pitch black. The storm had disrupted electricity as usual. When she was younger, she thought it was ridiculous that the lights always went off when it rained. The darkness used to irritate her. With time, she realized it was not so bad. She actually enjoyed lying in bed, listening to the rain, curled up beneath her duvet, just thinking. But tonight she had asked the house boy not to turn the generator on. Tonight was not a night for thinking or cozying up in bed. She just couldn’t think, and there was nothing gentle about this rain. Was this part of God’s continuous punishment?
The hurdles I’ve jumped, the choices I’ve made
The regrets I have, the pain I feel
Where is the joy in living and being?
Sometimes I feel the warmth seep
Through my body, the warmth of a smile
I saw, the hug I felt, the kiss I received
And then, there is some joy in living and being