it is pouring outside like
God's beer bottles tipping
over after a long night in
the alley
in the pitch black of this moment;

it only rains this hard when it's too dark
to see it; but to feel it and hear it
is to truly be enlightened- and
to smell it and to taste it is
to be reborn after a catharsis that
cuts the heat twice
down the middle into
little lost fragments of
forgotten exhaustion, and
turns it into a reminder
that there will always be relief-

but the ceiling still leaks and
the cracks in the walls leak
and the hardwood floors are
soaked and ruined behind
bedroom doors locked
and lock-picked
and i picked you and yours
i've never seen you
quite like this before;

and i love you even more-

because when it rains,
it pours.

08/02/2006

Posted on 08/02/2006
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