luvstorm

a tempest builds.

until,
rain slips
sweetly
‘tween
the howling whispers
of the wind,
seeking the warm embrace
of what lies beneath.

and night falls
again,
whispering love stories through the leaves.

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calling gently
to you,
and
to
me.

come,
let us feel once more
like we did.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on October 31, 2023.