I’m falling in love with the rain.

You come to me every day,
Ask more and more of me:
My attention, my time.
My dry clothes,
Holding you at a distance from my skin

Don’t touch me, I demure,
But please soak me
Through and thoroughly
To the bone
Down, in, up, around
Completely—

I melt towards you, dreaming
The forest in gloppy drops
Pooling and oozing off leafy soft slick hands
Rend my shirt meaningless

Stick to me and I adhere to you.
Find me naked in my mind crying
Protected, hidden in gray daylight
Diffuse, my eyes wept in all plain scenery

(I longed for your midnights tapping—a ceaseless soft lusty din—at my window. Do I stand in the middle of the street and let you wash me clean, in a misty lamppost yellow and puddling static rush?)

And how you held me close all season
I can never forget your cold touch.
I go inside, warm and humid in your absence.
Fuck off, to the sun that robs me of you.
Ours is truer, unlike, real, beautiful, so

Come back, sad and broken
Into my arms

…shivering…