Smell of plastic in the rain

The night is wild
It’s all game
You’re standing in your jacket on the beach in the rain
There’s newfound jolt in me that wants to abrase the arms of your jacket
And breathe in its plastic freshness
Burying my face in the cold wet shell of you
How strong you feel, through and through
Carry me in the arms of you
Ride down roads made for us
Wild, free, and young
A newfound spirit spurts over a rusted crust
Newfound energy from extracted juices of the earth
Fresh feelings arising from old soul mates
Just like this, everything’s always new and wild with you




Published by Samasya Tapasya

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