when everything falls, like rain

like rain
I fall for you,
seeping through soil
I have another purpose;
I ache and moan
with your sinuous
rising flames;
I am
breath, beating heart
and parting lips;
you rinse me
distill me
and I rise,
soul and all
through clouds, I float;
and there
your storm
churns me,
turns me
melting back
into burgeoning raindrops,
that the sky cannot contain.

© SoulReserve 2017

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