it always seems
your kisses
fall from heaven
like raindrops
to form puddles
of shallow hope
everywhere I step,
forcing me to
hopscotch my way
around tiny
oceans of tears.
so I hide beneath
an umbrella
as I walk
to your house,
fearful of the rain
fearful of the kisses
and it always seems
like the storms
approach from
your neighborhood
and dump their
fury in my
backyard, right
when I least
expect it.
Mick Tomlinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-of-1-000-kisses/
