If our passion were rain
It would be as acute as the slant
Of a violent windbown torrent
But sometimes desire lulls
Must diminish for it must
Until it is like the vertical showers
That look so fake in movies
But if that weren't so
The craving would turn into glass
And the longing
Would leave our skins nicked and bloody
Or else our hearts would expire
From the exertion
BEautiful piece