My skin felt refreshed
I Felt Thirst through the touch
It wasPractically seductive
When I's a young poet I learned
Romance through shows
Slow down if she panics
Only held hands when we meant it
Analyzed water damage
I get less naive ever year
She says that she's soaking
Always rain jackets
Walk around naked
Feeling cinematic
She looks so beautiful
I end up the bastard
Just for the magic

Sometimes I walk in the rain
Sometimes I walk in the rain
Superficially
Or til my shirt and flesh are the same

Sometimes I walk in the rain
Sometimes I walk in the rain
Nutritionally
Or when I cleanse all the mundane
Some ass ,not really that
No connection makes an empty bag
High class, not really that
Done my dirt cleaned my hands

Love
Duck for cover
Trust your gut
Fuck another

Try again
I'm in trouble
Not the one
Just a number

There's a peace when
A hole in the sky floods
Chaperoned
No body is an island
We want to feel spontaneous and clairvoyant
And be humbled while recYCled into the air current