That Moment When

Clytemnestra Aa
Sep 24 2015 (c)



raindrops abandoned 
the sky 
disowning 
gnawing clouds 
set free to chime 
on widowed hearts.

Upon the primal touch 
my skin refrained , 
Scurried ,
groped for an abode 
in your arms 
on your chest
As your hand 
quilt my skin .
An umbrella 
of a chilled soul.
Each drop 
awakened a tear.
An orphan I am 
without you.

No cloak ,
no woolen shawl 
could blame 
those cold drops 
for tugging deep
into my heart
to freeze it 
to let it lie naked
upon the demise 
of warmth that
your absence declared