Rained Out 1
Rained out. The clouds seep through the mountains like a ghost reclaiming its land. Seeping through every inch every cavern every crack. Between your legs under your belly the small of your back If only to whisp across the organs keys again. If only to rustle the curtains again. If only to breeze through her blonde beautiful hair once again. To say, "Oh, I am here Evelyn".
Copyright © Donny Rodgers | Year Posted 2016
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