My only thought in seeing your face
Flash through my life that day
Was that there would be no kisses in the rain
And yet...
"Como os amantes que se beijam na chuva
E desesperam os cheiros entre peles
Por toques
Ouvi tua respiração rara
Senti tua atenção clara
Desnuda tua boca
Inunda minha tarde oblíqua"
We did. We have. We will.
Too many to count...
Thanks to Flief for the bit of his poem (and the kisses in the rain).
Thanks to Brad Proctor for his exquisitely alive image.
Visit him at www.bradproctor.com
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