You’ve rearranged the plastic letters
on this refrigerator door
Smoke doesn’t blow around the room
the way it did before
and I can’t breathe if I don’t know
where you’re going to be
and I can’t come up with a way
to describe what my eyes see
But there’s a million words for what I’m thinking
when you rain on me
Hot like wax under the wick
and going up like Fahrenheit 451
skin grows pink and I feel searing
like something thin that’s left in the sun
and I don’t think straight
when your curves bend my view
my mind spins like a world learning
things that are old can become new
but there’s a million sensations I’m feeling
when I’m rained on by you
It’s love and brains and lust and fondness
rolled up in a blanket and lit aflame
crackling, smoldering, and sparking into smile
of familiarity and want and desire’s refrain
only thing that can bring the release to this heavenly burn
is when your skies open and bring the rain