Color, Death, love, Relationship

I remember the rain

In the ashen light, venus’s hazel glow ring,
Peeks out tonight
Near the White Cliffs of Dover, boney traces of Wollastonite
Again on the edge,
I grasp a clump of what is tangible
Beneath my thoughts of decay,
A sweet visage still lingers
And keeps the Bardo at bay

For all those weeks of pixelated entertainment,
The last of those hypnotic hours
I pulled you deeper into the sedative darkness
On the back of your elbows, in agony you waited
Like water droplets dripping down the Windowpane
Imprinted forever, the pleasure I gave


4 thoughts on “I remember the rain

  1. WOW! What and amazing piece. I like the power and ownership displayed, and yet a balance of giving up oneself to something other. When you come to England, i shall take you to those white cliffs by the way.
    Favourite line : And keeps the Bardo at bay.

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    • Thank you! It has been a while since I wrote…I suppose I had this one brewing in my musing mind.
      I would love nothing more then to go there with you! Anywhere in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 or 🇬🇧.
      In Tibetan Buddhism the Bardo is like purgatory before rebirth again. In the book of the dead it tells of the Bardo. I have a beautiful copy and need to read it.


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