Sunday, November 18, 2007

A favourite poem ... reposted

Rain

I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain

If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut

And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind

the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground

the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops

But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you

you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain


Hone Tuwhare

2 comments:

Claudia said...

* sighs happily *

What a wonderful way to describe the unity of souls. Carnal touch as well and good, but the bliss of being truly connected, so that scent alone is all that is required, spirit connection....THAT is love. THAT is bliss.

Thank YOU so MUCH for sharing this!!

Di Mackey said...

A pleasure.

I had a yearning his books, left back home in New Zealand, so I reposted this one that I love so much.