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echoes of when the rain fell
dripping from tips of leaves
memories of water skydiving
from low clouds, applauded low and long
by that uncoiling rumble
i tasted your mouth
against mine, memory of shape
lip, tongue, our cold wet cheeks
now, storm passed, humidity rising
a moment of your body close
an ache, a need, pressed against my own
the way that air, that scent, evokes you
summons you whole from memories i forgot

Thanks @FrostPoem - elicit.

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