With You
It’s raining.
I long to dance
I want to run out and become
Drenched
In the heavenly liquid
But only with you.
Swing and swaying to the song in our hearts.
We become wet, but pay no attention to the cold.
Holding on to each other, yet lettering go.
Dancing around, dancing in the rain,
But only with you,
Only with you,
With you.
Author Note: by Heather LeAnn Catlett:
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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