Tiny splatters of rain clinging to my bare skin,

skin that wishes to be glistening with hopes and thoughts,

These thoughts on my skin, with words to listen,

Rows of windows open to let you in, my breath of fresh air.

I need the tornado that you are,

come cover me with your words and help my body listen.

Like the tiny splatters of rain clinging to my skin, 

Originally posted 2020-08-27 15:46:31.

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