this afternoon sunlight found me floating
face down where it flooded the room
thick with the air that rises and tangles from healthy lips
twisting whispers into words
and laughter into raindr ops, permeating threads
to stain my skin and soak all my pores until they spill over
dripping this sweetness onto the bedsheets.
(these rainshowers never felt so good
though they end upon the evening rising)

lost within a blossom so beautifully primitive
blooming and dripping softly into something natural and driven,
so wonderfully simple, weaving vines between the mesh of voices
soft and melodic that breathe life to .impulse
leaving my heart only to flutter alone
in the company of this heavy waking moon when i step back outside,
still wet from the pools that swallowed my body,
immediately longing for the rain to fall again.