the virgin's rain

the rain was relentless

            like a virgin longing eager for his first kiss

                                                   under the green lush tree

                                                                   one stormy summer day..

where the shades of blue

shatter  crumble like a memory that's not true

if the rain should fade

             and we don't have to brave

                                       the angry winds

                                                         and unforgiving nymphs

tell me,

will you?

can you?

do you?

are you?

the bottle is empty

                         the music is mushy

                                        my eyes are sleepy

                                                     my fingers are dreamy

             if

                     i am still here

                                   and you're still there

                                                                 will i?

can i?

do i?

am i?

can you?

will you?

or

    

  can we?