your skin is the scent of my skin,
rainy-day lover.
strands of your hair
snuggle into mine
insisting that they're staying.
low-slung clouds whisper how
your leg swings around mine
and the wooziness mists down
amid falling leaves and morning.
sharp night air stings sweetly
where your caress
swept me to your mouth.
Author notes
Every time we kiss, it pours.
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