when the rain falls so simply, down my lip
stop...
ing at the space between jubilee and melancholy
I wonder where the world is, hiding behind vibrant windows and
lamp lit halls when, they could have
all this.... a detonation of sound and light s t r i k i n g fear
to all
as far as your eyes will strain to see, layers sweep across the sky
so deep
and never ending at your pleated fingertips...
hair soaked thoughts, clung to my face
mangled into clumps of red disaster against my beautiful
white skin and sun soaked imperfections.
Look, where I am
nowhere
in particular...but as the rain falls so delicate, so hard --- puddles raise at my feet
arms outstretched in a song, eyes in a dance with the moment...
it's almost perfect, so close
...empty, I long for you...
and the whole world knows.
Submission Name: a storm
