Droplets of water falling on our skin Naked, under the showerhead My lips are moist from kissing your chin Not a place left dry, everything’s wet
Passionate kisses Inside the shower Two puzzle pieces Are joined with fierce power The water is running A cleansing rain The screams are coming Overwhelming brain Sacred water Lingers on our lips Taken as offering from a holy altar By our passionate post-shower kiss
a church bell rings out in the distant fog that hangs over our morning today to and fro the birds chirp with songs more intricate than the ear can hear dew droplets rest on the ends of spruce leaves their sprigs, shaken, from the rain weather greeted it and whether storms lie in wait tomorrow only time can tell
i hate the way i tremble even as your knee brushes against my toe, as if a simple gesture was enough to make me fall again.
i hate the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you laugh, the way you talk so easily, words gliding from your mouth so distinguishable i can almost feel them land on my skin, like water droplets when it is drizzling.
you are dangerous, you with your delicate beauty like a wash of gold upon my eyes, like the lifting of a curtain in a dark, dusty room.
It was the time when clock was ticking exactly 12. The stars started fading and sky covered itself with clouds. A little boy opened the door hearing the rain, the soil was wet and it had the fragrance of freshness in it. The mesmerizing sound of droplets amazed him. He smiled and wished facing the sky, the one wanted to be a pilot , so that could do a hifi to the clouds, but the illness he was bound to would never let his wish to be fulfilled which he knew . He stepped in the rain and it rained, just rained