What's a rainy day
without some delicious
coffee-flavoured loneliness?

moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.

Poems can get
sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing
in the universe.

I have woken up…quite sloshed
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.

tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.

sometimes i don't know, which moment
which cool gust of wind will come,
and enchant me
tousling my hair
and my heart,

stirring...that familiar ache of poetry,

which drop will kiss
the old wrench in my soul
reminding me, all over again

i miss you better in the rain.