rainy day lover

my physique, — a rich field fertile, deluxe;

my bosoms, — the succulent ripened fruits;

my abdomen, — a flora and fauna concept;

my posterior, — the moon and sun paired;

everything in me emits a fruitful sensory,

metamorphosed in poetic languages and

the intensity of someone's song... (affably),

like a rainy day lover, like me as if i'd be…

…as if i'd be a curiosity's ray, slipping slyly

in your palms, as then to be guided gently

in your archive with some splitty thoughts,

while lollygagged, you have a crush on me