Pouring down my face in spades droplets of nostalgic rain bring me to another place another time in different space
where liquid warmth along my skin becomes arms that I am held within the misty air that forms my veil becomes your breath that I inhale
and in the moments I can't see my reflection staring back at me I fantasize the other side can break the laws of space and time
and if I only I could clear the steam I could step into that reverie into the world you bring with you where the only values that are true
are you and I, and nothing more nothing desired, or longed for Into that secret world of ours That I always think of during showers.