Rain rails

 Rain rails. With a fierce body. Where desire is made. And in your body, words. Sweet madness where everything is leafless. Everything but ours. We prove ourselves in unknowns, and in other impossible duties. We argue with our eyes closed. Between the waters. Between wines for hours. God came and grants me. Grant me your hands of delivery. Wise, heaped. True, accurate. Half, sometimes. With some effect. Half a word. True, well, true. That I even love you. In your ark of branches of green nests. Surrounded by almond trees. They flourish by taking love. Water where loneliness creaks. It bursts. It is battered. Half smile at love.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.