has it rained (in twelve years)
Written July 2, 2013
the rain’s voice is haunting
as i need it to be.
the sound curves around me
as my breath shortens.
the heavy weight lifts off my chest
as i ascend to the clouds.
the air thins.
i must be weightless.
i can’t breathe (in this room)
as i borrow time (for me).
i feel my lips dehydrate
as i gape silently for forty.
i grab my hair by the fistful
as my mate returns (and stares, i’m sure).
i could be in heaven.
i must be weightless.
this rain is made of
passion that melts my ears.
i must be weightless.
i am
i am
i am.