When the Rain Hits

When the rain softs

the pores of my bone

blanket

I feel you…

Osmosis of your spirit

permeating my

purple glow

A sudden tingle…

if only your human

structure were

available —

Our kisses…

could create new

rains.

A couple dressed in finery kisses beneath a translucent umbrella while it rains around them. Behind them is a walking path, trees, and fence.
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