Just as the cool dew of morn
Kisses every blade of green
You don’t have to smile, she cooed
With moisturising timidity.
Parched, like dry, cracked land
For oh so long
He’d forgotten the taste of rain,
As her words he absorbed.
Tis better than the alternative
He grimaced unwittingly.
For he meant to flash another smile
Maintaining appearances & dignity.
Her tone of vanilla
Took on a softer hue
In order to lift the floodgates
And let the water through.
Leave it be
Let the candle burn.
Don’t worry about the flicker,
It’s a part of it’s sojourn.
Her gaze lay fixed
Upon his stare
Tears also make moments
Memorable and rare.
He looked at her suspiciously
As the winds of caution blew
Dark clouds rolled in continuously,
Squeezed dry, leaking through the roof.
With defences disguised in the form of clothes,
No recollection of when she stripped him bare,
He now lay covered in those very drops of dew
Reflecting her light through the sunshines’ glare.
-Ramona Arena 2014.