Monday, August 5, 2019

c l o s e d

little by little those tiny drops of the late evening rainfall are all over my black t-shirt. it makes sense that an ocean is assembled of water drops. my clothes are soaked, so have the fingers on your feet when you dragged and dropped them on the monsoon flood, as soon as the traffic signalled to stop. I  hit your shoulders gently as you apply the brakes and your smell finds its way to my senses.