can i be that transparent rain

and stick myself onto your body for a day, today? 

just for today,

i won't mind cuddling with the thunder. 

my impulsiveness, 

or perhaps, just my curiosity about you,

that suddenly gives rise to new longing,

nonsensical abruptness,

and some untold hopes. 

it's not unfamiliar, though.

it merely serves as a reminder for my soul

that you, indeed, are still here,

wandering between my logic and poems. 

oh, the irony,

and the bravery

come all the way

to my feet ---- they taste sweet.