Let your love be sunshine
pulling down eyelids already heavy with sleep
with the promise of daydreams
and the memory of counting sheep.
Let your love be a spring shower
pooling in the spaces between idle fingertips.
and dripping down sun-soaked shirts
as it overflows thirsty lips.
Let your love be lightning
lingering in the spaces between the rumbling thunder
like a promise or a premonition
at once terrifying and full of wonder.
Let your love be a downpour
falling wherever your clouds overflow,
cascading over mountains and growing flowers
in places flowers shouldn’t be able to grow.
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