The Rain Poem by For Matilde
The Rain
Like this my body
calls you
the rain with humour
slashes my face like
a hot spitting smile
Cloudless I am exposed
and alive
breathing the fumes
of your mouth
I see inside you
all your cities and towns
the mountains that rise in you
the oceans that send winds
to your soul
I cannot circle you
or ever want you to subside
or recede
or grow fewer thorns
You I feel the blood of
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4/24/2024 11:51:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hmm....an intense and interesting poem. Enjoyed the read.