Thunder overhead.
The rain comes. The rain falls. I feel it clear, feeding my skin, the soil I can taste its droplets in my body. I will walk out into it (entering you) it will be absorbed ~ (enter me) move between bring the smell and the sound closer bring this desire thundering into reprieve the vessel refilling the delivery spilling here is the thunder I collect the water and relinquish my holdings old things dead things be freed feed underneath the skin spirit sings as we share in this short downpour rise and cool the air sink into the soil diffuse and rest bleed through spectral fields a moment’s ingress Comments are closed.
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March 2020
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