Friday, February 15, 2013

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,

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