"Moment"
The sound of the rain wakes me;
I think it's you in the shower
for one sleep-blurred moment,
and I reach to help dry
your heat-reddened skin,
pink-brown nipples, and darkened hair.
Awake, I pray for drought.
I think it's you in the shower
for one sleep-blurred moment,
and I reach to help dry
your heat-reddened skin,
pink-brown nipples, and darkened hair.
Awake, I pray for drought.
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