Macrolove – N

First cold hands, then warm you
Soon sheets of macrolove
Enveloped me and you
Like a front that’s come in

“You silly,” you said
“It doesn’t die,” you said

And now, fat raindrops
Fall on my roof,
In my backyard,
On my palms,
On my forearms,
On my shoulders,
And in all those places
I miss you the most

Thinking of you.

Raj Karamchedu