poetry submission

this rewrites itself again
  today in raindrops that seem bearers of a secret,
    spread across their form
      and sanctioned and dwindled
      and held at bay
  but tapping on my window...
    begging for a glance or taste
      the light touch of their fingertips on my skin
        subtle embrace that holds, and draws me deeper
      while lips inch over my neck,
        soft, patient, and resolved...
        now at my ear, send their whisper
          "let go... just be this"