morning rain [poetry]

tepid air silently aching

from an unannounced dawn

lace shivers as fresh wind

reverberates across his bare back

the curve of her soft arms

tracing misty circles along his skin

water slowly glides into a forgotten cup

alone in the windowsill

fingerprints wet on its edges

she isn’t cold anymore

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