First Kissing Warm Rain

fireflies kissing

First Kissing Warm Rain

Soft is the night

yellow misty in the throw-glow

of streetlights.

In the hour of time stops

we walk between sidewalks.

In our hands, the sound of

eucalyptus and front flower beds

dripping warm maple,

syrup-sweet.

Noh-traffic tattoo

footsteps and fingerprint cartwheels

in the middle of the street.

How the only one here is her.

Where I lost myself, leaning back

on every tree I will ever touch

after this feels like

first kissing warm rain.

For my Inamorata Sighs

February 14, 2013