Rain Yr Hand - Rainer Maria

How important

All ages shows have been

To the identity formation for me

That night, you grasp and pull my wrist

You grasp my wrist and pull me past

Imagining what we will do alone

That night, a tree had fallen across the highway

Blocking our way home

Wet with rain, your hand on mine

A breath of hesitation

Your skin that night

You and i feel as if we

Can escape calamity

That night, you and i, seventeen

Make out