It's raining (I stand staring at the umbrella you hold strong grasped in your grips and long to be close enough that you would hold me so long in your grasp so strong because the space between us is misplaced yet fragile for I could shatter the echo of your whisper with the bat of my eyes I stay still exposed to the dripping wet because I need to know that what you see in the rain and in the moonlight is not what I imagined for only then will I know that when you kiss me it is real) Do you love me or the rain?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
This misplaced space
It's raining (I stand staring at the umbrella you hold strong grasped in your grips and long to be close enough that you would hold me so long in your grasp so strong because the space between us is misplaced yet fragile for I could shatter the echo of your whisper with the bat of my eyes I stay still exposed to the dripping wet because I need to know that what you see in the rain and in the moonlight is not what I imagined for only then will I know that when you kiss me it is real) Do you love me or the rain?
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