Saturday, January 12, 2013

First Rain


teach me
lover
how to describe
moonlight
as it passes through
rain sliding
over winding black roads
on nights so dark
that the redwoods seem
to disappear

and how
can I
express the sweet
scent of cool
sweat on knitted blankets
frayed and furry
itching
whilst they warm

sheets of
sludge slither sideways
leaving sticky
slug trails
my window has been
grimed by
highways and long
nights without you

ice cream
melting
on the dash


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