Whispers After Rain

Moving frozen moon around
My half forgotten glass of vintage red
I search for proper words 
To rest on your lobes.
Memories unforgotten
Flood my lobes
Until I forget to exhale.
I’m under a spell
If unwritten tales
Where I’m releasing your smell
As you lay on Love’s beating well.
Evidence of my longing 
Hides behind 
Every piece of rain 
That brings your name 
With thunder’s mane
Nothing is the same 
When billows try to tame your gleam 
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