Downpour

You are downpour,
a shock cold to bone
and breathlessness,
a wet kind of lightning.

In you, I shiver off
the muck of years.
You wash me out
from soul to skin.

One request:
Crack the sky forever
and never stop
your pour down on me.

— Adam Kamerer

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