morning is rain woken

morning is rain woken
there is only the wind
in the eave

tossing a spider on its mattress
I toss on mine

think of a friend her lonely eyes like drizzle
our eyes meet and we wonder at love
that others make warm in their beds

morning is rain woken
there is only the wind
in the veins of my heart

flapping linen on the clothesline beating in wind pegged for love

I confess to missing you

running his fingers over
his change of season chin
his flesh smooth like the smooth glass
of the bottles
each chattering in their chilled fate
to live without love is a cold place
but to be drunk in place of love
what is that?

my thoughts in afternoon are of the fridge
then you
taking the engagement ring back
across the pool table
two hands creating winter
where does sunshine go
when do birds sing
it may never be enough
to know

 

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