tagErotic PoetryLove/ Precipitation/ Noun

Love/ Precipitation/ Noun


You would not like the clouds here
or the damp.
Almost no one does.

It's reason why, though, my world is green—
wet as an aquarium
and never almost hot.

I lived one long year
in too much sun. I danced
and danced in its stormwater flood.

Yet would I hit on you like a hailstorm
of furious ice
pounding roof and grass and ground

given the isobars were right
and however your welcoming inclination
wanted my poor water, anywhere.

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