Moments are falling

Moments are falling    

Like rain we kissed in.    

February wet, those    

Drops fell into our   

Shared, fleshy    

Machinations;    

 

So these moments are splishing    

Upon a skin that slumbers,   

Impervious, animated    

Only by the heat of   

An electric fan   

 

Each drop is not enough, and   

Never has been.    

This tired soul is no collecting jar.

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