I only write poems in the rain

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I only write poems in the rain.

When the trees are heavy,
But still they sway.

White noise rolling steady,
A personal foray.

Pouring sweet and heady,
We lose the days.

The sun seethes in envy,
And you’ve gone, gone away.

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Fingertips find each other
Delicate, adjusting,
Hesitant first…
Flowers grow, in-between
Spaces growing smaller…
Alive in all senses
Singing operatic chords,
Gushing lightning and rivers.

You tease your fingers along mine
Lips linger in my palm.
Cool, sweet saliva
Drives my hands to your waist.

You run yours through my hair,
Blonde velvet swaying for you.
I arch like the opening
To a stately home…
Where roses are blue
In a sea of green…
Where still I would find
My way back to you…

I fall forward, to you, lean in your arms,
Slow breath warm, familiar, of you…

The universe awakens,
In the darkest corners
Of your eyes.