Running in Rain

 A storm surges beneath my skin, as I imagine  crushed red pepper allowing its heat to inflate my flesh. Chilean red pierces my pores; beneath the stone slate of morning sky, my muscles twitch at the sound of my own pulse thundering in my ears. Honey amber recognition of sun, for today, is forgotten, as dank unused places escort my sneakers. 

The rain, acts as my cloak, coverage of my nakedness, winding its way around my body in lovers temperance. Silk white gowns from clouds drape down dressing me in conservatory. The music of my breath is the only rhythm that plays in the background, as sweat drips down in a romantic dance across my breastbone.

My demure, is hidden behind a heavy fortified gate, as my bareness needs no justification. Skin flawless, as each step of my sneaker brings me closer to life's rawness. My body submissive under a cold adhesive netting of sweat, as breasts and shoulders stand at attention.

Subdued....