kisses in the rain

pandora

The excitement anticipation was always so great.
Just to see his face, a flash, his eyes to mine across a crowded bar.

My stomach would do a somersault, my heart skip a beat, my breath come short.
It was as though I stood alone exposed for that moment.
Everything in the room just disappeared when I saw him.

I would imagine long before the day, wonder if we would talk this time.
Would he smile? Would he even see me?

His beautiful deep baritone, the bass blending, his shy stage presence,
dressed in dark with golden hair.
His smile, his laugh, his green eyes.

For years I lived this thrill.

Weekend after weekend, bar after bar, I followed.
My friends would smile and shake their heads, thought it foolhardy, harmless.
It was neither and I wonder now, 30 odd years later, does he remember the rain?

The kisses in the rain.

There in the parking lot as I left the bar early, between set breaks, he follows.
He follows me.

He is close to my car, standing in the beautiful rain.
Beautiful, standing in the dim streetlight.
In the beautiful rain

For me.

It is wetting his hair, rolling down his cheeks to his smiling lips
as he leans in my car window and kisses me in the rain.

In the rain.

My face is wet now from his, I can taste the rain, soft smooth cool on his lips.
The drops are covering us as we linger in each others gaze, eyes wet and smiling.

As a dream lasts forever,
kisses in the rain last a lifetime.

mikalina

Another beautiful love story - how very romantic.... lots of love poems this week

chadwick

very nice writing.
i miss the midwest's summer storms.
where did this take place?

pandora

mikalina wrote:

Another beautiful love story - how very romantic.... lots of love poems this week

thank you mikalina must be the hot hot weather!

pandora

chadwick wrote:

very nice writing.
i miss the midwest's summer storms.
where did this take place?

Morning chadwick, thank you
it was Milwaukee, that's my home town. Could have been a number of places
Humpin Hanna's, Up& Under Pub, Tracks, The Stone Toad, Beneath the Street, lots of cool places back then.
Milwaukee has a tavern on every corner, I miss that!

chadwick

pandora wrote:

chadwick wrote:

very nice writing.
i miss the midwest's summer storms.
where did this take place?

Morning chadwick, thank you
it was Milwaukee, that's my home town. Could have been a number of places
Humpin Hanna's, Up& Under Pub, Tracks, The Stone Toad, Beneath the Street, lots of cool places back then.
Milwaukee has a tavern on every corner, I miss that!

sounds pretty slick.
and wisconsin enjoys lots of cold.
bars and snow
bars and snow
um... nicely done

JBii

pandora wrote:

The excitement anticipation was always so great.
Just to see his face, a flash, his eyes to mine across a crowded bar.

My stomach would do a somersault, my heart skip a beat, my breath come short.
It was as though I stood alone exposed for that moment.
Everything in the room just disappeared when I saw him.

I would imagine long before the day, wonder if we would talk this time.
Would he smile? Would he even see me?

His beautiful deep baritone, the bass blending, his shy stage presence,
dressed in dark with golden hair.
His smile, his laugh, his green eyes.

For years I lived this thrill.

Weekend after weekend, bar after bar, I followed.
My friends would smile and shake their heads, thought it foolhardy, harmless.
It was neither and I wonder now, 30 odd years later, does he remember the rain?

The kisses in the rain.

There in the parking lot as I left the bar early, between set breaks, he follows.
He follows me.

He is close to my car, standing in the beautiful rain.
Beautiful, standing in the dim streetlight.
In the beautiful rain

For me.

It is wetting his hair, rolling down his cheeks to his smiling lips
as he leans in my car window and kisses me in the rain.

In the rain.

My face is wet now from his, I can taste the rain, soft smooth cool on his lips.
The drops are covering us as we linger in each others gaze, eyes wet and smiling.

As a dream lasts forever,
kisses in the rain last a lifetime.

Very romantic memory to hold onto. I was the victor in my battle and this lifetime tells the story.
In the rain last weekend was amazing, I'm the lucky one.