It's raining, beebs,
and like I said in my message,
it came on in speed and silence.
And I walked, shoed,
on the warm road
until the lightning melted the anticipation
The rain swept in on a Southern wind
and, like your love, released
the sweetest aromas,
and - finally being in the right place,
at the right time - I smell
the honeysuckle mingling with sweet,
freshly cut grass.
It reminded me of you.
Love reconstitutes what has been dry --
sometimes it's harmonious and dolce,
other times it's pungent,
like death on the city's wind.
and with you,
I smell honeysuckle and fresh earth.
With my naked feet on the warm, wet road,
your love - now pounding and thundering -
unmoors my heart and mingles tears in its powers.
- Virginia, May 22nd 2018 // New York, July 12th 2018