tryst

i think its too late now
so that its no more fun
to stand in the rain anymore
its too late to get wet
thinking of her getting wet
with me...
together in the rain.
its fun
to stand like this
with the sun between my legs
kind of cozy
feeling the warmth between parted thighs
he comes like spring, softly
and then at a rush
beads of my existance scatter
its good
oh so good
to roll between his legs...
what did she tell him?
now that dreams lie broken like dolls in her attic..
what did she say
when he was like a child
chewing silence like gum?