Lonely.
Clouds are scudding,
gathering, to pee.
You are venting,
the killer inside
And your rain falls
on my shoulder
Here is the healer,
my finger on your sensual lips
Hush!
my soft words in baritone
You may blush
no more rush.
Electric,my touch
on your pudenda
now you may surrender
and take me in.
Unbridled reassurance,
breaking the clouds and the darkness,
ascent of the sunshine
in your eyes
and my airless whisper,
Beautiful eyes don't cry.
