Becoming The Muse

 I dream of you walking with me in the

rain.,

down a fair country

 lane

 with my arm around

you ,

 and yours around me

too ,

 and your clothes

 wet ,

 tranparent like flimy

net,

 clinging to your body like a second skin ,

stretched tight and

 thin,

  a mist of vaporing

 raindrops

from swaying treetops,

 shroud us in a mystic cloud of

 bliss,

the mode set for a

kiss

There’s lil beauty in the rain

 love,

cleansing and pure like a

 dove,

maybe we match from,

above