When we kissed in the rain

Waves of gold cascade down shoulders
and ripple across vertebrae

and I am lost.

Under the grey threats of sky,
I am swallowed in seas of rippling sunshine
and thrust against rapids.

I look for myself in the spaces between shoulderblades
and in the softness of your earlobes.

I don't find love.

But I did find lips that kiss with all the fury of the sea
and as I let water crash over me
I find that it's easier to breathe underwater
when there is nothing left to fear.

I have nothing,

except the touch of your hands 
and tangles of red and gold.

Raindrops become oceans
and even as I am enveloped into blackness,

I do not feel small -
Not with your body pressed against mine.