the rain was swirling
splashing
everywhere
vortex
people running
wet skin
hat clutching
red light ignoring
sirens on all sides
the streets deep water
curb to curb suddenly
eleven texts
two from a wannabe poet
four from roommates
four from old friends
one mystery
all from sometime
before the storm
when the thunder shook my bed
this morning
I felt it between my legs
and laughed
thinking of someone
I wanted
moon
sunshine
heat
dance of electricity
between pics
never offering
thumbnails
satisfying briefly
her name
escapes my lips
as I turn and sigh
today
a new morning
again
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