Show me your scars from the
lovesickness
and
I’ll
fall
into them.
And if you would join me, we couldwould stroll along the
heartstrings
that lie beneath, as secret passages.
Like pheonix tears,
our words kisses love
will
fall
where we’re sore,
where the skin’s rubbed raw
from wringing our hands
(sometimes with our hearts in them)
And as the world begins to mist, you’ll say that kissing in the rain has always
intrigued you
and I’ll agree there’s an appeal,
but I’ll confess that I prefer how
close you have to hold me
to share an umbrella.