Like rain clouds

Won’t sleep tonight
thinking about your soft hair
like rain clouds…

I understand that things are slow
and your heart beats
weighed and heavy
while I bloom in orange, before you
stay quiet, speak to me in silences
like you do
times are gloomy like the rain, I know
this path before us; it’s faux, we know
but dance with me in my dreams
we got a little time
it’s like magic
stay under my arms
sway with me
sing sweetly, with me
please
it’s so easy for us
isn’t it?
It’s so natural
so predictable
it’s so slow, so gentle, warm, tingly
soft, erect
stay this way for me
silent and rainy
amid my fixation with you
from afar

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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

 

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Our oasis

I’d go to the end of the world for you babe. To the core of this great old rock, high up in the sky, whatever you want me to say. I’ll say it. Our story’s mapped out in the palms of our hands, and when we place them together, the stars align. We’d live in a forest babe, and I promise you we’d only focus on the necessary. There’s nothing like kissing you in the warm rain; I love the way your lips melt. There’s green all around and the echos of endangered birds; so rare to find. We dig dirt and wash our hands in rain. I wash you in the rain. Your body, your wet hair against my fingers. I just can’t get enough. Sweat and rain, salt and warmth, gentle smile. I could have you for all my life, I wouldn’t mind. Silly games, bad jokes, and kisses all the time; I wouldn’t mind. We do it all the time. Mud, red sand, and green everywhere.

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My man, embedded in a leaf

Caught up in this fire brigade
I forget where you are sometimes
Behind the tree leaves
Of a distant paradise
It’s where I want you belonging
Free and happy
Viable and beautiful
No gray clouds cast over your skies
Limitless possibilities
Smiling, playing with rocks
I just want to see you happy
Like this
It’s what gives me joy
Your eyes
Forever imprinted in the leaves
Your eyes through the shreds of a leaf
Colorful gem
Against the deep green
Looking at me

Love it

Summer’s just begun and it hasn’t ended yet. Let’s go walk in the warm rain baby. Let’s hold hands and goof around. I wish we could be naked; there’s no one around. But you never know who can come up, so let’s wear our shirts real thin. Let’s smile and look up at the sky, and when the water pours into our eyes let’s cry and laugh. Hold my hand and let’s dance. Wrap me close in your arms. Let’s drink up the rain and kiss the lips. Let’s run and hide and splash in bliss. I love it when we’re all soaked and muddy. Kiss me again and taste me all dirty. It feels so alive and grounding. You and I and mud and rain. Your smile and the drenched hair over your face. Rain dripping down your teeth. I wouldn’t want anything else in the world but to stand here and look at you.

 

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Stepping into the rain drops with my cat

You wouldn’t expect a rainy, cold, dark day around summer time. Everything’s back to freezing, and I hate having to wear winter clothes that I’ve put aside once more. The cat himself is a bit confused and is circling around not knowing what to do. I pick him up and smother him with love, and I know he hates it, but he’s so cute and fuzzy. We have a battle where I brush him up and he gives me an attitude with a couple of scratches and a play bite. To be honest, I’m more of a dog person anyway and he’s not really my cat anymore, but he was beamed in from a spaceship into this household long ago and now he claims it. Now and then I imagine him in zero gravity, and that’s enough said.

As I step into the yard to throw away his ball of fur, he follows right behind and sneaks out. It’s a drizzly cold day, but the trees and the plants are so green and my orange boy looks so vibrant. He sniffs a couple of plants and tip toes with the subtle rain drops. We walk amid the green lush, and he searches with his alert whiskers while I breathe in fresh air. We roam and explore a new world outside, and we don’t want to go back in.

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