you taste like the rain.
the kind that pours down
in sheets
all around you
& leaves you wrinkled
like my grandmother/s hands.
the world
without you by my side
is a mere sandbox
in by backyard.
i can touch it
i can play
but it/s all pretend
without you there
to close the gaps
between my fingers
& keep the sand
from slipping out.
ex oh ex oh
but do you think you'll ever truly know?
my thoughts bounce off your body
& your voice electric
like the neon green of my 5th grade lunch box.
an explosion of colour & sound
like rain in clay pots
under my awning.
you stir things
that i no longer knew i had.
at night
it is only to make sure
you're still real.
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