Will we

chance the dance
 Or will the rain drain

Our time together.

who else,
can stand the weight of the rain with you?

only I.

Consistently at par. Our souls
rose

chose

a new sun thats orange and red
Never a touch
always a word

to mend.

The patterns on every leaf
the road in every city
the bridge in every river

Is your life.
Is your lie.
is you.

cloud shift.

Witness the storm being born and your night being torn causing a slight change in the mood of the playlist and the songs that you share with yourself over a cup of coffee, strong.

I speak the language of this wind,
it peaks with a rythm
peach and a ribbon
his thick eyebrows
under butter strokes of puddles.

A duty of the skin is to perspire and be wet but a purpose of the skin is to hold you in regret.

of beats too sweaty.
of drums too heavy.

legs and arms are equally engaged
blame is a range
shoot with your shortcomings
swing worth
Shortening

It leaves abruptly

The spears fall.