![](https://res.cloudinary.com/jerrick/image/upload/d_642250b563292b35f27461a7.png,f_jpg,fl_progressive,q_auto,w_1024/6647b2cfda6989001d8f2277.webp)
We lay together
Listening to the rain
Through my window,
Half-cracked to let the
Air in after we
Made my room
So
Warm
I breathe her in,
Nestle my face against
Her hair, so artistically
Messed, a painting with
Brush strokes intentional,
Wrapped around and
Tangled into
Each
Other
I don't want her to go,
And so I reach for her
(and she's finally there!)
I kiss her, soft then hard,
Harder
I don't ever want
To let her go
But eventually I do
(after we're both left shaking,
Wondering at
the Electricity generated
From our bodies,
Entangled).
She says I'm something else,
And I don't know
What that is,
But I'm learning.
She sees me,
And that shakes me:
I'm so used to
Being invisible,
Nothing but
an occasionally
useful tool.
She says she's always
Seen me,
And I can't for
The life of me
Understand why this Goddess
Would bother
With a strange, confused creature
Like me,
But I trust her
And her
Mystic mind, which works
In such mysterious ways
And I am untangling her
Words, so well-thought
As they unravel
To me.
How is this so easy?
The knot in my
Stomach (thought permanent)
Loosens as
I tell her things
I've always been
Afraid to say–
Assuming I
Didn't matter,
My side-character status
Lifted, I'm
Brought sudden and vibrant
To center-stage.
She shines the spotlights
Of her steady eyes
On me, and
On all the shortcomings
Of those who came before
And I'm sure…
So finally, I am sure.
I walk her to
Her car, my feet slap bare against
Wet concrete.
She says she loves the
Smell of rain,
And I tell her
It's called ‘petrichor.’
She smiles and
Kisses me and
I would do anything
For her, but all I can
Do in the moment is
Kiss her back,
Open her door,
Close behind and
Let her go home…
Yet the smell of her
Lingers
As I lay
Listening to the
Rain.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Instagram: @UmaSabirah
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments (2)
I have never smelt rain as such but I know what you mean. Wonderful words
Came for the mention of my favourite thing and favourite word (or at least one of them) and stayed for such a gorgeous and beautiful heartfelt piece. Well done on another stirring poem, Bex! Felt this...felt like an intimate journal read...and the stuff between the two felt like an intimate spying of a close bonding. Just...breathtaking! :)