the lack of hands raised
to experiencing kisses in the pouring rain
reminds me that Netflix separates the real and ideal
but they've gotta be emulating someone's love story
turns out it's mine

no amount of rice will revive my short-circuited phone
too much electricity between us, the volts must've blown the wires to pieces

Kisses are better watered down
chills from a torrential downpour mean nothing
when the arms of another wrap tight
emotions like lightning lighting the dull canvas of a 2am wood
Our minds knew heavy rains were coming
Our hearts knew the water would seep into our memories
your presence gluing me to the moment
the hammock our tortilla
myself and her the contents of a delicious burrito