lovelified by rain | final version

cumulus clouds float over the earth
inflated like your mouth
they cover the view
of the artificial grass of eyelashes
in the pond bathes again
the sun dressed as you

on your cheek
could rest butterflies
if you wanted to release them
from the clenched hand

the air between our lips
is a flying dutchman
- each of us wants to become the captain

I jump into your pupils
to start a fire from the sticks of thought
from your perspective I look better
so maybe we will swap glasses
for one evening?