rainy day lover

my body, — a rich field fertile, exquisite;

my bosoms, — succulent ripened fruits;

my abdomen, — a flora and fauna concept;

my posterior, — the moon and sun paired;

everything in me emits a fruitful sensory

metamorphosed in poetic languages and

the intensity of someone's song... affably

like a rainy day lover, like me, as if i'd be...

as if i'd be rays of a curiosity slipping slyly

in the palms of yours; I, to be guided gently

in your archive with some splitty thoughts,

lollygagging, and waiting, to carry them up