Raining with love

Eyes that hold secrets stare at me.
Like sun smoldering down, I cannot look.
The lines on your forehead scrunch,
making you look like your grandfather.

Your lips pucker as you glare down,
making the hair on my arms stand still.
All I want is to hold you in my arms,
the arms that want to kill me right now.

You grabbed my arm so roughly,
as if you were never going to let go.
I loved feeling your hand on my skin.
You burning with a different fire.

You held my arms down at my sides,
as tears started pouring out of your eyes.
You let go. You fell to the floor. Weak.
I knelt down begging to hold you; denied.

Then in an instant you grabbed me.
Holding me with your strong arms begging.
You kissed my forehead, it was done.
We laid there that night, under our tree.

Silent little rain drops fell on my forehead,
but you kissed them away with your lips.
The sky turned darker; rain pouring hard.
Yet we lay there in love, under the stars.