clouds pelting
us with
raindrops
and
laughter.
The corners of
my mouth
turned
upward,
the edges of
my spirit
ascending,
the
palms of
my hands
raised
skyward,
our souls
floating on
misting waves
of the rolling sea,
as with you.
Stars
peeping through
gaping holes in
midnight clouds.
Though water
falling
lightly,
our hears crashing
with the
breaking waves,
cracking open like the
scattering clouds
--
peeping ; stars.
As if they dared
to
listen
to tiptoeing secrets,
ourselves oblivious.