the rain was pouring over crystaline air
in the exact sequence in which
your fingertips fell across me. my pulse went storming
louder than any thunder as
i saw your face in the half light flickering, lips mouthing lie- charms
i, you said, am the only thing more beautiful than the storm
stroking your hands through my hair the way the wind rocked through the trees
my pores- they moved and shook down my body like little leaves.
and I went gazing into your eyes
and believing your thunder though I begged the darkness to scratch you out .

08/20/2004

Author's Note: sometimes you want to cover yourself up with darkness to protect youself from ever falling in love again.

Posted on 08/21/2004
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