untitled, 05-03-2018

and the spring showers

feel more like summer rain

 

raising my head

face up

letting the sky

kiss my lips

my closed shut

eyes

 

tears mingling with it

 

remembering soft and hard

touches

 

hands of every kind

running along

my body

 

some gentle sweet

some rough in love

 

the rest

 

don’t think of

the rest.

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