the line of a tease

The rain triggers response
On the quiet night alone
Of dreams penetrating sharply
Into the wet drain it flows

The faintly breeze
Shagging the leaves
Leaving it unfulfilled
Swaying it beautifully
Then it is gone

The line of a tease
Glowing in the eyes
The mind trying to visualize
Of images of a need to cry

The rain lashing at the window panes
Let me in! O! Let me in!
The strip tease doesn’t care
The half naked glow
Alone in the night of rain