wishful thinking on a rainy day

it's raining like crazy. it's cold and i'm lonely and scared. scared of the thunder. you tell me not to be scared. you're around. i want to cuddle up to you and share the warmth of one blanket. like silly little kids. i want to put my arms around you and have your head upon my shoulder. like lovers enjoying a fresh love. i want to squeeze your hand and kiss your forehead. and make out in between gulps of steaming coffee. i just want to hold you until the rain stops. until the thunder and klightning go away. until a pretty rainbow shows up.

then i can wish for the skies to open and rain once more. so i can hold you close and warm just like now.

10 minute recycled poetry

twin

yuor calm face
creeps into my mind,
as you draw near,
without a sound;
without noise,
you whisper,
soft and resonant,
into my soul.
my heart hearkens
to your call.
the space is too much
to endure.
you are the twin
of myself,
the one who compels me
to brave tempests
and gales.
in the end, to you i run,
home, at last i am!