The Rain

The Rain

Resplendent in a velvet pose
Revolving in a verdant dress
Heaven scent like a naked rose
Standing in the rain
Hoping for the pain to begin, begin again

And when she runs
And when she wants
And when she takes

So continues the never ending refrain
Over and over she spins
Like a cold wave crashing on a dead shark’s fin
Spitting in her own eye
Ordering a salty soup

And when she runs to you
And when she takes it all
And when she wants to break

It's there, watching.

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