[no]rain dance

a 'whim' poem for a 'whim' night

It feels good to dance in the streets
once again.
I opened up my umbrella and celebrated the remaining days of Summer in the best way I know how;
WILD & FREE!
I like that I make you laugh.
I like that you make me laugh louder.
It’s felt like forever since it felt good to hold hands for no reason other than to touch and be close.
Thank you for a belly full of pizza and beer.
Thank you for stopping to pet the cat that roams the streets and rolls on it’s backside to welcome belly rubs from strangers before saying,
”Thank you for the free lovin’s!” and heading back home.
The moon is as full as our stomachs.
The moon is as full as our hearts.
Don’t you agree?
We hurry back under her compass.
Under the blanket of hidden stars on this foggy August night.
I won’t forget -
You asked me if I’m “mad” because you’re a bad influence
but baby, I like anything that’s not good for me
and the only “mad” I can proclaim is
absolute C R A Z Y