Wear My Love

Wear my love like prosaic rose petals falling in the rain after a summer storm undress me with your eyes, leaf by leaf. Let the dew tremble on a clothesline. Waiting for our discarded clothes we threw heaven-would without words a prayer inside already answered, that's left us without any relinquishing doubts. Oh listen, I hear angels singing, learning to cry giving up their wings to fall not fly, fall-like prosaic rose petals… Falling in the rain; just…after a summer rainstorm. Hell, a long way from home, has them yearning to shake the dew from a clothesline and wear clothes-flaming-red rose petals once again. Only to be discarded later on—newly clothed.