Rain Art And Thunder

The red of your lipstick would match the love that we sew,

I feel we'd be den fire passionate, trapped in rose and gold glow.

I'd kiss you like drugs, and like wine, and like sex,

fall down on you like rain drops and leave you all wet

you'd arch like the Eiffel, and beg for baguette,

As I feed you the bread of your mind with my sex.

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Clothe quickly my lady, look out at the rain,

I don't want to miss it, it falls on the world and coats it like pain;

it looks like my pain.

You pull on blue jeans, dark garden color top,

and we rush out the house to feel those raindrops

I wrap my arms around you, cup my hands over yours

Lord knows when it rains, it comes down and pours

My hair black flame, white shirt, and khaki pants

We stand in that rain,

and the world turns watercolor

I shed solemn tears as it melts, watch watercolor vapors

cast mirages over stormy horizons and  Babylon city buildings

and you stare out wide eyed excitement and wonder

at a portrait of a melting world, Rain, Art and Thunder