"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
like rain, i fell for you hard and fast.
your roots absorbed me, sucking me from dark soil.
But, like water I carve my path. Darling, you cannot catch me in your fingers –
this liquid love slips away as fast as it came down.
Each capillery pumps in love of you, in spite of me.
The thunder in the skies screams for us and asks that we
contain our love contaigion, put it in a pocket
keep it for a rainy day.