my dreams are the texture of the earth softened by the monsoon a clairvoyant fragrance rises from the green sprouts pushing their way through-out and through-in my rain-coloured mental canvas a cool drop snakes down my ready spine iām dissolved in the frissons that ensue even as your warmth embraces me every numbing night the winds detach the flowers from every mourning tree and i give you myself as you rain on me incessantly