Small Talk & The Weather

he tells me
i’m his sunlight

he says he likes the way
i spill over the
window sill
and find my way
onto his skin.

i tell him
he’s my rain

i love to watch him
drip onto the panes &
puddle over;
pouring out
everything within.

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