Rain
The night aches out in front of us as clouds roll in, dropping low and ominous in the sky; a god furrowing their brow as we walk barefoot on the beach. We feel the first drops on the backs of our necks, turnign to each other to smile as the cascade begins. I brush hair out of your face, tuck the wet strands behind your ear. Your hands at my waist, holding me like a porcelain vase - delicate, caring. I place my palms against your jaw; a vessel of wine gifted. I guide your lips to mine to drink.
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