Drizzled, Dawned, Drenched, Destroyed

I strained my neck to read those words he had etched behind my shoulders. It read-

The two hickeys
that I have left on you
Will fade with time.
But the memories
Of how we made them
Will ever be remembered.

As I traced my fingers on those hickeys,
I remembered how those kisses began.
The first drop that fell,
The one that followed,
Slow drizzles
A kiss here,
One there,
And before I knew,
The downpour
was transforming
Into a storm
That would destroy me
forever.

As it dawned,
I saw the remnants
Of the storm.
The dripping greens
The drenched browns
And two blooms
Where there had been none.
Two hickeys
Where there had been none

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