Anna-Lena

How she moves
In the rain
Big, wet drops
Cling all the same

I stand and stare
As she smiles
So free; Unrestrained
By the grandeur wiles

Stifled by none,
I admire her beauty
While the drops glide over
Lips red, red-ruby

They cling to her skin
But cannot stay
Her brilliance is blinding
And keeps them at bay.

How that light
Strikes my skin
In a way that might
Build a fire within

Her hands touch mine
And the fire ignites
A passion akin to love
But in the stilled night.

Never could a fire burn
Bright in the day
A flame of such desire
could never stay.

The day outburns
the blazing fire.
Touching the sky:
Burned back by ire.

And I see her:
her lips; her hands
as they drift over
oppression's waistband.

And I see her:
her tears; her pain
brought on by the fire,
extinguished by rain.

And I see her:
her hand in mine
and it kindles
while the sun shines.