The rain won’t wither
Until it feeds the earth with its seeds
It’s its desire to pelt with socks or sucks
Since the soil isn’t shy of its thrusts
Your seal is to shove or shelve it floods

On flicker
My heart pit-a-pat for you
All I crave is
To part your bosom and
Feather kisses to your heart

To wet your soul body
And put your beats on flipper
To warm my cold with your fire
For this warmth you give to me
Has left this throbbing softness

(c) AGF