Wet rain kisses
Hot ground
Breaking the silence
Steam rises
Evaporating the tension
I look into your eyes
Deep brown
My palm urges
To stroke your cheek
Curl your hair
Round my fingers
The tension between us could be broken
Should be broken
Waiting on the skies above
To open up
And let the steam
Sink into my pores
Open my eyes
To yours
Please don't give up