The Angles of Falling Rain

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

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BEautiful piece