Boy and Girl.

Walking in the rain.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for your touch. 
Waiting for the touch of your lips against mine.
Wadding in a puddle of mud.
Waiting for the reach of your hand to pull me free of this terror I'm living.
Waiting for our lipped embrace pulls apart the rain drips and caresses my dying lips. 
Waiting and Dying.
Waiting and dying for our next embrace.
Waiting to revive me.
Waiting to revive me from a sleepless slumber.
Waiting as you stare into my eyes. 
Watching the rain drip down your perfectly shaped nose and fall into our compressed chests.
Waiting and knowing that its on a search to find the heart that loves more deeply than the other.
Watching as it cannot.
Watching is rest lively between each feeling the vibrant warmth cascading from both.
Boy and Girl.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nice vocabulary and excellent flow of words in this poem. Imagery was nice, detailed, and sweet; at least the way I pictured it. It's as if I'm right there being that very person.
Great job!