there are raindrops on my face, my hair is wet,
in my summer, i wear his winter coat
we were standing in a puddle when our lips met
wearing his coat who am i?
the hidden ray of sun, the queen of the clouds
stormy metamorphosis crossing the sky
into an embracement that hugged him in the days of snow
i was thrown by the heavy summer fall
i feel rather fragile in its warm shielding glow
with every raindrop, it sticks more to my skin
my body naked underneath
in the heavy summer air, we become akin
in its scent, i am lingering
snuggling....
fair hair caressing
an embracement lasting one dawn of rain streams
an embracement that hugged him all winter long
the rain settles, and the coat disappears, followed by my dreams.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
