poem 154 of a poem a day for 2012

the words are falling like rain

(I can’t tell you how much I want you,

but this poem will try)

in close proximity to rain on the

leaves deciduous May

deep hang, moist cling

silence sings ghost whistled freight

trains snake the dark

see I am afraid to say

that I want to taste you head to toe

as the tides know what

joys step towards abandon here

at the window sill before Dawn

I long for salt and blood sugar

am I just a metaphor for more  

for want in a pure gravity

that knows no Heaven

I dream of your skin perhaps

you on top of my winged desire

with a match and one hand ready

to pour the gasoline

it may seem obscene

so I lean into this thought

and linger

you are close enough 

to arrest me and

to distill me in rhythm 

please and be pleased

I want to slow catch the rain

grow my tongue against

the skies in your skin

begin to lift the air

feel you birth me

into each moment

through each exhale

you’ve bitten my shoulders as

you’ve been building sate

fate doesn’t know my name

but your eyes do here  

your hands too as

they reach through my hair

I dream of that you

that is here and 

I find a jar to firefly

and watch me try 

to say something witty

reaching at a hinted mine

what I need bleeds these words

falling like the rain outside my window

wanting, wanting, wanting more

of all you have to give

for me when time stops

and the stars say in whispers

they’re already dead  

the wet clay shaped future 

is ready to kiln

is ready to be held 

in close sips

lips only have one now at a time

to beg for a tomorrow

that may never know

how I had come into being

being inside your feasted salvation

when the tides came in

through the clouds again

EJR ©