Something

There comes a soft gentle breeze
A cool wind that blows in your face
A smell of dew in the air that permeates
The very skin of you and you feel
The onset of rain trying to sneak
Up on your unsuspecting back
Giggling with the intent of shower
Two small black shoes on tippy-toes
I see your hair like a black waving flag
Fluttering in the air
You ride in the bicycle and I felt nothing
As I glide towards the dim sky hoping
That it will rain, with you at my side
Humming a tune I have yet to ask
As your head sways to and fro to a rhythm that I don’t know
I ask, come close, you purse your lips, I go on
An explosion in my chest, slowly inching forward
I smell your skin, I see the little downy hair
On your nape
And we collide