Do you hear the rain while making love in the sun?

Do you hear the rain while making love in the sun?
Yet you're still a virgin, unborn, loved by none.
Do you see lightning in your dreams? Does thunder calm you down?

Flames on the sea. My breath is gone.
Flames in my eyes. Are they yet done?
Flames in the sky. No smoke. No ash. Still rain… Still love.

The sky is burning. The moon is gone. The rain is pouring and I am fine.
Are you crying? Because I'm blind?
Yet I see you scared to death. Losing hope... In me.

            I'm dead, aren't I?

Reviews

[Modesty]

Saudipanda,
I believe this is a strong piece you have here. I like your play on words.

"Yet you're still a virgin, unborn, loved by none." This is very powerful. I am not quite sure what the meaning is behind this, but to me I think of an unborn child in the mothers womb. The rest of the poem in a way has warlike tendencies.

I like this