It rains still, I shall go half mad before it clears. I thought perhaps only of the ocean songs that made me want to raise my voice in prayer and adulation, but as I watch it fall upon my window, I think it is a kind of jealousy in my heart that turns my voice outward. So perhaps the clouds will know how I envy them. To be that gentle splash against your cheek is my fondest desire. To cool your skin, be solace to your brow. Yes, I envy them so. I wish to be as common and as plentiful as to rest as dew drops on your eyelashes. To curve on your jaw and bead at your lip.
To hope, perhaps a moment, that in a sip, you shall find sweetness of my longing against your dry throat, and that it may offer you respite.
- always with my longing for your smile, I shall bind my hair with lavender, Gilia
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It rains still, I shall go half mad before it clears. I thought perhaps only of the ocean songs that made me want to raise my voice in prayer and adulation, but as I watch it fall upon my window, I think it is a kind of jealousy in my heart that turns my voice outward. So perhaps the clouds will know how I envy them. To be that gentle splash against your cheek is my fondest desire. To cool your skin, be solace to your brow. Yes, I envy them so. I wish to be as common and as plentiful as to rest as dew drops on your eyelashes. To curve on your jaw and bead at your lip.
To hope, perhaps a moment, that in a sip, you shall find sweetness of my longing against your dry throat, and that it may offer you respite.
- always with my longing for your smile, I shall bind my hair with lavender, Gilia