kissing in the rain

depress my soul
into a mould
forming in line
with divine
interventions.

yet we play god
and meddle with our mess.

all in my head
we’re losing our grip
the puddles are slippery
and my vision blurry

pitter patter of chatter
in my mind i realise
that noise is relative
to who speaks
and who’s meek

the bold inherit
when courage misplaces sanity
and we bring them out
for walks and talks
unafraid of the cold,
taking in the pain,

kissing in the rain.

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