Sunday, 4 November 2012

' Just beneath an umbrella '

Under the cover
of a wet miserable day
watching the rain
pile on me as i sway

Sheltered by the cover
of increasing breathless smother
wanting for the gust to slow
to help me with my walking flow

Running for cover
a stranger falls underneath
'sorry can i? may i?'
'Yes of course'

Out of breath
a little hoarse
when really shaking from within
his smile melting my childish grin

What can happen
on a wet dull day
washing all the problems
of yesterday

Scent of a woman
scent of a man
under an umbrella
what a lovely plan

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