Poems I found in my notebook while cleaning stuff out

[allyraito]

You are my warm rain
When clouds pass over the sun (so the air is grey)
with sweat on my back

Warm raindrops collecting on the surface of leaves

I am a sandbar
in the middle of the sea
on a humid day
where the air is soupy
and tastes like nectar

I am the warm rain
and the tracks of eager seagulls

I am the moist flour
between your toes
ubiquitous, in your sheets, your car carpet,
the groove of your back,
trickling with rain and your joyous exertions
on a warm, rainy day at the beach