#005
It was eleven in the evening
of rainy season
I saw how mad heavens night
and still,
it didn't stop me from seeing you
how fulfilling it is
that your hands feels
like shower
in the morning,
my coffee every seven a.m
my music,
my lullaby,
but, you are thunder
giving temporary light,
two seconds of light; temporary feelings
Yes, you are thunder
you are thunder,
I know it will burn me
and kissing your warmth---
is unforgivable for my heart,
you will be my blankets---
and it will be my nightmare
for so long, but
as long as touching you feels home
I won't have regrets
no more
