In the trust of your arms I fall
Like rains upon a parched earth
A cloud too full
I don't hide my cracks from you
Open and willing to fill
Seeping into the depth
Your arms hold me in their muddy softness
Sweet embrace of skin with skin
That reminds us of everything
Here and now a kiss
A special word whispered or mumbled
It has been said before
Filling cracks with play dough
It is harder to wash away
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