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Writer's pictureTimothy Agnew

rain

Updated: Nov 28

(this flash poem appeared in Spillwords)

lost in the rain

somehow

we tumbled into a

humid moment of yesterdays

and we let the rain

persuade our tomorrows

into running

when the drops first began

afraid to get our skin

pierced with tranquility

we abandoned nothing but our breath

heaving out of cavities

that yearn to fill with love


it rains

finally

quenching a pang

of a growing drought

in the mind

where a tongue

searches

for fragrant skin

in pores

that

grew thirsty

for a taste

of your subterfuge

your want

and need

and nonsense

of spent days

relishing

nothing

but

the delicacies

of nothingness

where self

berates

self


we thought the crystal

sands

would soothe

lost souls

we walked a beach

forever, it seemed

floating words

of passing strangers

of birds

singing

to the fish

the whispering current

always seeking

spilling secrets

that

no one will tell

 

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