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raindrops enter a stream

and flow into a creek

hear a secret in her rivers run

I told her, “I have the sea inside of me”.
as I relate to the whispers and shadows
her wet lips danced on my fingertips
an embrace of naked bliss
in the mysterious shrouds of desire

existence... surrenders
along the way
a notion of significance

in a phrase

something of praise

it rises regularly
the ebb and flow

by the seaside

no way to hide from the tide

sheltered from hinting refrain

beautiful and sweet
remarkably she said, “I love the rain”

an observation by design
unspoken words subdued

would they
pronounce passion
or desire?

we lived in worlds of dreams
where opportunity presided over confusion
stoking the soul with silence
stoking the body
stoking the mind
stroking an essence
let it flow
unchained

and
caress
shared desires
of the heart

yearn for every dream

those that whisper in the night
all that is heard, felt
those whispers that cry
for destiny ...
as water is an element
of stars and comets

conceive
that love will arrive
and wait

so that love can survive

and rain down
distinct

in drops of instinct
the raindrops

fall

and as I recall
the trail follows
a trace
of trickles
still
meandering

onto a flood
that ripples in waves

and seeks to merge
with the sea