I remember you as rain-
that we split like droplets against the pavement
{with lips parted, teeth bared}
!THUNDER!
-in your throat, against my skin
manifesting within cloaked eyes
and gentle still, that pulsation
of words held deep and squeezing corners of eyes
{where tears might from}
MIGHT FLY.
-Liz Dean
photo by borealnz on flickr.
