a mirage

If only it were

Like looking through glass

My hand on the window next to yours

Cold and warmth

The rain streaming down

Washing the roads into rivers

Then out to sea

Or I could watch again

The way water drips off your nose

Off your shoulders and breasts

And runs through my hands

Down the drain

In another land

Then out to sea

A sea that separates us now

Where I wonder if water

Was always a mirage