You smell like rain and I want to be a part of your storm.
Drown me in your gaze.
Rearrange my mind.
Hold me close,
Skin to skin.
Keep me warm from the cold of the outside world
And the world inside my head.
Our demons may be different,
But we wear matching wounds.
Tangled bones and a map of scars.
Just trying to find some guidance home.
– “Two Strangers”
Jacqueline Lente Poetry







