Thursday, 27 May 2010

"High on the hill where the rain came down."

You smell like rain on dry earth.
But far brighter than any thunderstorm I've known.
And although I won't show it right now,
I'll appreciate it later.
Even if your rain on my skin is more than I can take,
It still captures every inch of me.
Intoxicates every cell.

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