Rain is falling
in the stillness of silence.
Still, the rain is falling.
Falling, the rain, still.
Get up, move,
let the rain wash away
the sediment of doubt,
off everything.
Plan an outing,
a dance with a friend,
a lover. Move, dance.
Your lovely cheeks,
plum and sweet,
don't let them lie in waiting
for that tender kiss,
Your lips aching for same,
mouth watering,
they quiver with expectation,
passion they won't deny,
longing you care to express.
Rain is falling, still.
It is, still.
Azzam Elayan
November 15, 2016
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