flirting with rain...

This is something I wrote right at the beginning of my initial travails of writing poetry. Funny thing about my writing poetry is about how, the poem comes to me..the actual subject of my poem would take root in my head, triggered of by some incident or the other, and it flows. I’m not trying to make it sound like I’m a literary figure to who poetry just occurs but the truth is that once I find a beginning of a poem in my head it usually just completes itself...sure I don’t always get it right the first time, I have to try various words, even look up some and try a few permutations-combinations to get exactly what I want..and then my end product..

Well..here’s one of the first couple I wrote..I kinda shocked myself actually but what the hell...and once I showed it to others to read, they were the ones who were so so shocked. I won’t give you excuses for this even before you have a chance to read what it is...so here goes..

FLIRTING WITH RAIN

There’s the growl
The roar from his throat
A sound like thunder but
Also a moan

There’s the spark
The spark of passion,
In his eyes
That’s as bright as lightning
And then, dark as dread

Then the bites,
Small and tiny,
Hands, legs, necks, legs,
Little pecks
A million of them
Like countless mosquito bites

Blowing hot, blowing cold
Drenched in sweat and feeling froze
Slow and gradual he takes you there,
Hot and humid, he’s got you there
Wanting....

There you are, thirsting,
Quenching is slow
Like flirting with rain
First inconsequential drizzles
Then the gradual build-up
Then the pelting, then the hail
Till you’re crying, till you wail !!!


Now...like I said people...its got its shock-value....