Isles, Chain of Lakes, City of Water

Rain Falls

 

Rain falls on the lake

July, the carpet of grass

Crushed beneath limbs

Entwined

Her touch speaking, soft

Warm rain falls in sheets, hazy

A curtain drawn ‘cross

The water

Hard, slow, heavy drops

Wet kisses, penetrating

Lips as pure as love

Falling

I read this Poem from my Collection, at the June gathering of Poets n’ Pints, June 15th, 2016

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