i love a man that rains.

as a man

he ain’t never been much

for sunny days.

so i found myself

in love with a man

that rains. –

with his city slicker’s sadness

and country singer’s sorrows

loving me on your own accord

up and around your hip hop re-cords.

no matter how much

my affections towards you

may relate

your ways will never

match the colors of my drapes –

maybe that’s why i’m crazy about you

i become a shell of my former self

when our lips stumble over each other

in ecstasy and innocence.

our love was meant to be calm

and quite.

and maybe just as peculiar.

with a loveliness

out stretched

tumbling into your greatness

to find your weakness

and smell your tastiness

inhaling your senses

in all of this senselessness.

i have discovered a World

in your bedroom

and a universe in your bones.

maybe our love is meant to be calm

and quite.

of all the dyes in the world

i look at you

and fall in love with

the many facets 

and hues of blue you exude.