Wetlands

I'm walking alone in the rain
at least I think I am.
I keep hearing someone walking behind me,
but I turn and they disappear.
You
are walking with me,
but you often are -
filling my thoughts.
I run some things by you -
not strategic plans,
or innovations,
but scenes -
sensory moments falling through you like pebbles glittering in a stream.
Scenes of skin-on-skin,
scenes of tangled limbs and clutching -
nails going too deep
because I need to be closer
I need to be inside you
I need
you
to be
inside
me.