when weather dictates

The clouds hang low.

The mood grey yet...romantic.

The search of a mind set on a journey of discovery. A slow release and realisation of that which beats
deep
in the heart
the mind
the groin.

An image of that someone...an unknown face...that hug
endearing
soft
gentle.

An understanding absorbing of the 'human-ness' of emotion.
That connect of two 'alikes' that need no words.
A look bigger than existence itself...all enveloping....a desire to drown.

The silence of lovers lost , not in passion, for that be to shallow
...something unique to them
...something only the two of them know
...something in their entwined limbs. kisses hot and burning.

How lovers know to be when time does not exist.
When the heavens know to blanket them in a drizzle meant to keep them indoors.
A drizzle that knows to release and free and liberate the Soul.

Days romantically grey...days churning and churning in the pit of ones tummy
...a lover hungered for...a lover experienced.

RB.