imaginings.

i want to experience walking in rain with you, with our shoes off, feeling the wetness of ground meeting sole. our walk slow to match slow breath. and we’ll be like those two people in the movies who go falling in love under raindrops and thunderstorms. the only differences between us and them are our lovestruck hearts beat underneath breasts and that this isn’t pretend. and then, let’s hold hands as we run in the middle of storm-toned pavement back into our dry home, laughing, shivering and feeling our bodies adjust to the change, searching for warmth. we only need to turn the left knob all the way left and wait. wait as dew and clothes slide off skin onto cold tiled floor. wait for water to soften hard white porcelain, wait for it to rise high enough so our whole beings can drop in… together. together the waiting ceases and our bodies heat to a temperature that warrants in us something more than just taking a nice warm bath.

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