Non-Practicing Virgin

(my 2nd favorite poem from this book)

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Tell Me It’s Raining

The mountain are dressed in clouds
but they are never not naked.
The waves try to break each other
as we listen to a song we call ‘ours’
You’re laughing, but that doesn’t mean I’m joking.
You forgive, but I’m not ready to repent.
If you loved me you would lie to me,
tell me it’s raining so I can go home.


(from Non-Practicing Virgin) Copyright 2014 by Marissa Lehto.