Camouflage

I inhale 

And the petrichor 

touches my inner soul.

Dropping my camouflage, 

I become a soil 

to drench myself 

in the rain 

of your love. 

When you whisper adieu, 

I become livid, 

but as you 

promise to come again 

for a conditional tryst, 

I release you 

from the captive 

of my arms. 

You veer away 

rendering 

A Meaningful smile 

And 

I muse on your gait.