Summer Rain

My palm blossoms forth,

fingers stretching toward the sun

reaching for the empty space

beside me, reaching out for you;

 

reaching out for your copper warmth

skin wrapped in twilight

in a cold Winter’s night kiss,

your eyes a molten blue.

 

I curl inward, around cotton memory

aching for your return,

idyllic Summer rain

helping me forget all this pain.

 

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