Rain
Bone white, the tinted light
My eyes blur
As fingers bury deep
The warm leather pockets
A satin-like heat
Drops slide slovenly down your chin
As I trace along
Escaping in shades of marbled gray
Seeds wet
Right into my feet
Spores cling tight
Along his yarn scarf
Misted breath of earth
Rain.
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