Love Junkie - April 25, 2021

a needle of touch

elates my skin

the smoke of a moment

gets me high

I can drink non-stop

many pints of affection

in certain gray moods

I’ll sit alone by a clouded

window and wait for rain

there’s a unique kindness

in rainfall that penetrates

more than the heart

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