billow over chutes of bark
that scrape our backs
as we clutch the aged grooves with haste.
Your arms drape around my shoulders
blocking raindrops as if
they were fatal
and holding me as I grasp the trunk.
with the realization of our youthful
You spin me around and I face you.
and your blue eyes that make waves
when droplets fall from your lashes.
and your thin wisps of drowned, knotted hair
that's drips dissipate in the folds of your
You and your fingertips
that stroke my slippery cheek
and pull my chin toward yours.
Raindrops cling to our skin,
trickling down your forehead
to my nose
young and blind,
turn to smile at the dark sky.
This One Goes Out to All My Harry Potter Fans
5 years ago