Rain


Rain on a winter’s day
So wet, so fresh
The food of life.
It splashes down and pummels the ground,
So hard it feels. So calm it feels.
But once it hits
And I’m left to dry,
A shiver escapes my every inch,
And I long for the sun to heat my cold,
And dry the dew-
That’s left me calm
But fiercely drowned.
I’m running frenzied with no regret.
Tis' much the same how I feel for you….
When I start to leave and say goodbye.
A calm like a tickle sketched upon my mind,
Intermixed with love’s device –
One that’s warm and wretched and rightfully so complex.
Stitched together- a sturdy bed for love to grow,
And a thirsty passage for the rain to flow.
Meet me here,
beneath my body -so wet,
Atop my lips,
inside my hips,
spoken verses like a lover’s manuscript.

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