Listening to the beckoning rains.
He marched his soul straight into her's
Watching every word drop out of a straight line
Yet out of character, it felt off the tongue.
Biting a few in seconds
That felt like days.
Hearing the screams of his voice
Heart pounding a million miles per second.
Hands waving in air for courage
Gesturing out the soul's desire
He felt his spirit abandoning
Yet loudly calling out her name.
His words caressing every sentence construct.
Belching perfect lines
The symphony continued
Pulling strings at her presence
Kneading all he could master
to present the perfect cake
Falling into her.
