Pressed Inwards

It’s raining in torrents.
Irresistible
we’ll leave of rain hitting.
Swaddle ourselves in
from ancient Christmas.
Old notebooks for our
for a movie we’ve seen.

Feeling of home is we’ll stay in forever.
This our music for sounds,
the blinds open and trade favorite white noises.
Pavement and palm trees.
Our drink coffee and tea.
Blankets and jackets to morning all day.
We find rain induced thoughts
then cuddle the couch too many times.

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One thought on “Pressed Inwards

  1. “Irresistible
    we’ll leave of rain hitting.”

    a poem with almost no structure, but there’s something quite so structural in those two lines. they amaze me.

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