Full of Rain
You have not denied me presence
when I asked you, wittingly
if I may pass, the gates of no return.
It was because you knew
that even sacrificing that very particular moment
which is commonly called life
simply won't be enough
for your wondrous heart
and a sign, of great anticipation.
I drank the blood from your lips
and you didn't leave me
until my corpse
wasn't fully dried
and full of rain