If You Were a Moment Part I

If you were a moment,

You would be that moment,

Where the rain drops,

Electrifies our lips,

In a sensational kiss,

When your clothing,

Clings to our bodies,

As our hands glued with,

Each slippery slide,

Perspires under the crying sky,

We’ll out the world tonight,

Fusing the electricity with our minds.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling