Raindrops are falling on my heart
Sometimes they start as slight snowflakes
Surfing slowly to my centre
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My shirt is wet but it’s not blood
It’s not sweat either or is it
It’s simply the rain that fell down
Over this so-called site of love
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My heart is filled with a woman
She may be my shirt-wetting star
As she moves around inside it
Caressing my valves with her tongue
Fingering a few arteries
Licking my ever bluest veins
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This woman is all that I want
All that I ever understood
To be exactly who I need
Now and forever and ever
Always till the end of my life
To love and eat and cherish her
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This shirt is not wet anymore
She was thirsty and took a bath
In the little lake around my heart
Containing atoms of calcium
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Raindrops have fallen on my heart
Some of them were pure white like snow
As if they’d never existed
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Love the imagery in this piece!