touch everything
hold nothing
I smell the rain coming
hear the train coming
coil springs springing
piston rings ringing
clinging, singing
I see the sun king
just above the train
I taste spring in the sprinkles of the rain
hold me nothing
touch me gently everything
the sun king kisses the rain into fire
hot raindrops become firing squads
thunder sounds lightning rods
under the kingdom of god
burning my skin
smoldering like heroin
melting into nothing
touch me everything in the morning
hold nothing
touch everything
1st poster in the street poetry series, rain
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