Rain Lover ...

She ran and said panting:
Cant ... cant
A man fell in love at the hem of her dress
He said: Shout or stop
You are in cities of color ... and color invites cravings
It slipped around like a pulse in the neck ... He woke up
You stop what I mean, I wear rainy clothing
And my body is too cold
It does not come close to his dress
I am deliberately walking barefoot ... eager for the fall of winter
I yearned to feel if the cloud had worn me down
Reach her before me ... as a lust

Sana Brave - 28-2-2021