Anthracite

Passing the time with hyetology
fingers laced like a hair clip
it comes in from the ocean
on a massive unseen ship

Please my lover come quickly
soak me from your skies
drench me to my very bones
disguise my face that cries

Then its here upon my visage
caressing like a mother
starting its soothing ablution
As I wonder about my brother

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