It is raining
And I remember darkness
Bodies compressed
In sweet surrender
The rumble of thunder
Calls me to be under covers
With you.
It is raining
And I am struggling
To keep my mind where
My body is. . .
My mind is with you there
And I am where . . . you are not
I am caught
In this sweet reverie
Content in the memory of us
It is raining.
© Ix-Chel Poot
© Ix-Chel Poot
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