On this rainy pest of a morning
I offer you a summer of sweetness
Just as the window is pelted with drops of rain
I will assail the pillar of your spine with kisses
When the chill draught creeps through the crack between doors
You will only feel a soft breath on your neck
And it will be warm, not cold.
And when the sun finally peeks out and lines the clouds with silver
and casts little circle shadows on our skin
We will smile
And just be still.
© Me, 2011