dreamscape awash in blue
we stood on the bus as the downpour flooded
in & in
the windows wept, and for once we understood
something about their cold glass hearts. the way they
watched & listened. you clung to me like a stray cat
who had found its owner again, and for once i understood
the hunger of the animal. looking down at you and wanting to think
of nothing but the water. our clothes clung to our backs
like matted fur in the cold wash of the stoplights.
unforgiving. turning every person to ice. the winter came
and froze our hands over, so we forgot the shape of our own bodies.
we closed our mouths to keep our hearts warm. mother nature
wired her jaw shut. stopped telling us stories
of flowers & birthings & brightness. in the middle of the night
i awoke, and i pressed my fingers to your wrist to remember
we were alive, and the summer bled warm and sweet within.