Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Poured Back

Droplets of rain we’d been yearning for far too long, they greeted
Crashing down today like murderous waterfalls,
Crashed gently on my locks and in a nook pain was seated;
I broke and the drops mocked my wreckage.
I yelled and fought, I needed every bit of you,
I needed my nightmare; shame on me
and the author of my story.
 So I drank to your rhythms all night, wept in your whiff,
Hummed your warmth and stabbed your promises
till I won over the rains and till I forgot crusades I knew
Upon sweet rainy plateaus I had once lived on.
Clinging to willing radiance; these rains remind me of that but also
my sunken ship of a story with you.

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