Flow my heart like the rain that falls.
We run.
The grass under our feet grows.
The blades are soft and cold,
baptized in honey.
I fall.
I could live here with you,
build a home between our fingertips,
breathing into our hands,
melting into the soil.
You laugh.
We could go on journeys together
as drops of rain endlessly
free falling,
becoming a thunderstorm.






