The perfect stranger

I saw you from my window.
Up above the park square.

You stood there with your back to me.
Getting completely soaked in the pouring rain.

I grabbed what I needed
and I left to go to your side.

I walk over and offer my umbrella.
And we stood there as two strangers like we were in love.

You put your arm around me,
and twirled me in a circle.

The heat radiating from your skin
was no comparison to that spreading on my cheeks.

I looked into your eyes.
And the rain continued to pour.

But we did not notice.
As our eyes locked, are hearts fell in sync.

Our fingers intertwined.
We started slowly on our way sharing that umbrella.

And the heat from our pulsing blood that flooded our cheeks,
caused the rain around us to turn into the lightest of mist.

We reached my door step.
But we hadn't retreated inside.

you took my other hand,
and pulled me to your chest.

Embraced to your body,
I was locked into you.

When you set me free and I staggered back,
I held on to you for stability and unlocked my door.

I walked inside, but you still stood there.
You held my umbrella, waiting for me to take it.

I just looked into your face
and you knew to come inside.

You dropped the umbrella to the floor,
along with our coats and hats.

We fumbled up the stairs,
stripping each other down.

But never once did our lips touch.
We found the true intimacy in our bodies together.

Mine fit to yours perfectly we found out soon,
as we both crashed onto my bed and lay their frozen.

We got under the blankets and held each other close.
Fell asleep in that position for hours.

Waking up with you was the best thing ever.
You gave me the most warming smile.

And us just sleeping naked together,
no sex, just sleep,

was the most intimate thing we could have done.
Even though I never learned your name.

I didn't bother to ask either,
as you got dressed to leave.

And when you walked out the door,
in that warming sunlight, You never looked back.

So as I look out my window again at the park square,
and the rain is pouring down,

I know it is you looking at my window now.
Knowing that I would see you.

So I grab my umbrella
and I leave again.

I walk to my stranger.
I walk to that second perfect night.

I escort you back to my door step.
Still having no intention of learning your name.

Reviews

[POETIC SOUL 2013]

i love the romance and mystery in this piece. It makes the effect of the piece So very touching,

I walk to my stranger.
I walk to that second perfect night.

The desire for this love drips from the entire piece. Excellent touch!