Monsoon Shower

I sometimes dream about meeting You in the moonlight somewhere. A place where the world is blue and soft and magical. In those dreams there exists no You or Me: just two beings, two forms of energy. Beautiful. I see us, our energies forged by something greater than we can imagine. And the wave of light washing over us in the dark is as clear as the magic moonlight.

Having you near me, sleeping curved into my body or making love to me with complete abandon and no limitations or thoughts, leaves me breathless and blushing. Hopeful in my wake and in my dreams. I know we are beautiful because these moments, that space and the energy are all beautiful. And will remain beautiful.

I feel now, the kisses and the long touching and they are like warm Mediterranean rain drops soaking our skin with refreshing delight after a hot, hard day. Your lips brush mine like palm trees kissing the blue empty sky. More than anything, our energy and passion was and will always be like magic that excites our insides like butterfly wings kissing there, until one cannot breathe and the air around us moves like a warm, anticipating wind that makes us shiver with giddy goosebumps. I am completely thoughtless and safe. The world around ceases to exist and only you, I and this abundance of energy encircles - warm and soft like sunlight, and other times so dark and mystical, sensual and magical like the moon. The dark moments remain a mystery, while the soft, sunshine moments create rain drops of ecstasy from my green-crystal fox eyes. And my soul, is awakened. My world has been and continues to be watered by your energy. And upon touching, I receive a storm and the rain is received like a field of wild flowers receiving its monsoon. I blossom. I am dazzled and revived. Amazed and completely captivated within the ultimate spirituality and magic of one moment into many. And I am alive. Hope and Love.

These moments, these drops of rain on my deserts will live within me for a life time. I may fumble along at times in life, but the magic you bring to my deserts will live forever.

And I realize now that I am ever so grateful for these monsoon storms, this greatness, and your wet, abundant deliverance. I am appreciative of the opportunity to dance naked and free in it, letting the whole world see me as I am.

I will never pass the moment up. I know that every storm is different and that rain is a magical thing BUT one can never expect from it, one can never repeat a previous downfall AND I only know now that I am just so happy and joyous at the revival of my roots, my core, my deepest Love- Love itself.

You shall remain within me- wherever I am. Not as an aching or as lustrous desire, but rather as a thundershower in sunshine. That you give willingly to my earth and that the space around is awakened through my openness to just love.

Thank you for this wet coming of monsoon thundershowers upon my once desert soul. I will love always, always.