My Anthology

Petrichor: The essence

It would be a lie,
If I said it was only once
Because the truth is,
What came afterwards
Had nothing on him.

In a suddenly empty street
I anticipate his cold heat.
I welcome the gray madness above
As all the warm machines hide away.

A drop, then two, another.
Now I'm drenched on him.
It'd killed me when he left before.
But now I'm drenched on him.

Here comes the cackling thunder.
Well, you arrival was pre assumed
What is the need to spy?
I'm not guilty anymore.
The wind carried the tryst everywhere.

Let me revel, drown in him.
He's leaving anyways.
He will not say much,
But will tap my skin.
And that will be enough.

He's gone yet again,
But still I smiled.
Because this time...
He left in his feather kisses,
A promise of return.
And I never appreciated a vow more.

The machines, now out again,
Look back at me strangely,
As I ignore the maddening blue calm.
All i feel is his essence dripping from my hair.
And his caress rolling down my legs.

Till now, I'm drenched in him.

So believe me when I say,
It more than just that once,
Because the truth will be
The wait for him was beautiful.
Each time.