The Lovers

She was mirrored against

a long window

that reflected morning rain

perfect

silvered 

and descending somnolently.

It dripped down and washed the colour away

leaving her alone in the darkness -

- and decorating her pensive morning

with tender drumming

that marched in tune with her heart.

She imagined him listening

somewhere

beyond the window,

cross town……maybe

and as pensive as she,

hoping that the rain would

slip its wet fingers through his hair

and wash him up to her window

So she could make love to him

silently

with the rains tender incessant drumming

a soft background beat

slowly

the rain eased to sleep

colour restored -

- and

all empty and spent

they dreamed,

once again

alone in their world.