IN A STORM
Can we be sad together?
Without a need for words,
exclamations, and explanations—
to breathe with you
in this solemn air
is my only intention.
I pray to no god at all
but I command rain to fall—
the peace in droplets,
the embrace in distant thunder
where all I remember
is how you touch my face
and I play with your hair.
Your hand is my hand,
your skin is my skin—
what's in you is what beats for me.
Between us, no storm will pass.
Between us, only our love will last.
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PETALS & THORNS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry that summarizes the writer's month.
