All that rain.
Nothing untouched by water.
The white noise is almost silent,
but feels much less empty.
I can almost imagine we’re holding hands on our roof letting it pour on our skin.
Swimming in love.
You take a drag from a cigarette.
Puffing o’s from smoke that is almost gold.
The sun peeps through the clouds.
I watch the smoke dance across fragile rays of sun.
I look to the puddle of water and argue.
We only call it blue because it feels like blue.
What does blue feel like?
Love, so deep you could swim in it.
And what does love feel like?
Waves maybe,
Or god.
In my dreams we are scuba divers.
I try to make out what you say underwater, but we are so far down.
By the time the bubble pops it is a long lost thought.
Rolling around in this dark blue; where we hide all the heaven; the light, the rain, the smoke, all this love..
In such plain sight.