I conjure you as I pull-up-the-covers:
standing in the rain,
waiting for
a
s h o w e r
of yes.

The fog says
maybe
and
the
moon,

perhaps.
Some of the

r
a
i
n
d
r
o
p
s

giggle
as they WHIZ BY your earlobes

This is where I leave you in my dreams.
Taunted by raindrops.
Waiting
waiting

w  a   i    t     i      n       g

for a shower
of

yes.

 

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