Rain.
Drumming on my window.
A chorus,
an orchestra.
Sing through glass,
painted faces of sleeping lovers.
Awaken in their blue.
Sweat trickles soft,
wordless kisses.
Raining touch.
Mixed bodies.
Twisted lips.
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Breath.
Take it in.
That breath.
Swimming through my soul,
meander
like moonlit waves.
The warm night ripples.
Skin speaks.
Heart beats.
Wind whistles across the breathless sky.
Like feathers,
white silk
Bring stillness to body.
Mind.
Breath.
