Jun 2018
the rains
gather in lines across
your skin.
they wave
like faraway leaves;
they flutter and circle
me; they float out of
reach;
they
brown
in the sodden soil.
gather in lines across
your skin.
they wave
like faraway leaves;
they flutter and circle
me; they float out of
reach;
they
brown
in the sodden soil.
I wish it would. Maybe we would hold each other in the deluge.
