I listen to the rain outside my window
every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.
I get lost in the rhythm
and I imagine every one as you
falling upon my skin
finding my every curve and hollow
like an artist
like a lover.
Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.
That long asked question
The hunger to taste more
burning through you
like a wildfire.
The rain makes me think of getting lost in you
of every sensation I can conjure
when your name
crosses my lips.
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