Passion and Peace

I feel your breath

on the back of my neck

and your arms form

familiar, fleshy sheets.

I wonder if we

could stay right here 

forever.

The smell of rain

wafts through 

our window's screen

and floats into 

our atmosphere.

The clouds 

outside

are heavy 

and dark.

They cry out 

for passion and peace.

As their tears

fall upon cement,

the only music 

I hear

is their pitter 

and their patter

and the pounding

of your heart.

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"Well, Amy hit the atmosphere, caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter. And she's never coming back, I fear. Anytime it rains, she just feels a lot better and that's all that really matters to me." Counting Crows Amy Hit the Atmosphere 

"You are the smell before rain; you are the blood in my veins." Brand New The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot