the rain that fell in love with the person in the summertime in the city
my one and dearest, i will lash against your windows tonight
hoping you haven't the peace of mind to shut me out.
curling your fingernails into the cracks between your floorboards, i imagined you were waiting for me
my one and dearest, let me wet your hair and slick the skin of your belly
let me feel you in all the corners of the lush green planet.
i illuminate myself under streetlamps, hope that your gaze will find me something more than comforting
hope to be a force of nature worth noticing,
not to hit pavement and diffuse into the sky like dust again
no matter how many angels ride on my back, you are extraordinary, you are visceral, you have an ambiance.
you are corporeal, soft-bellied and slim-boned,
and i am creeping past the seal binding your windows in the night,
making dewdrop halos on your fuzzy bright head.