it loves you, too
though I'm sure I've said it before
and it was more special the first time.

you've got a face that goes with most weather 
though my blood feels heavier when it's raining
so maybe that's why the rain
loves you more

weighted down, fevered
against my bedsheets
sometimes that's where your face stamps me
in the middle of the night
branded and searing
to the tune of pitter-pattering raindrops
dancing on my roof.