jumpy

the rain fell,
slight, on my skin,
the smell of wet
all around me,
pavement,
wood, hair...
arms dewy with
unavoidable pieces
of clouds,
wet cotton t-shirt
holding me close, kissing
the space
between my shoulderblades

such a lovely
kind
of silence, a busy
silence, wind
tickling my eardrums,
grazing my nipples...
it's intimacy
startling
timid, shy
skin.


the moon hung low,
settled in its bed,
my fingers luminous,
stretched out to touch it,
lasso it,
taste it's incandesent
lips, on mine...
yellow with wisdom,
his face changing with
each phase,
watching over me
the last 25 years,
content with my
surrounding stars.

pants soaked in puddle,
i jumped
and jumped
and jumped,
watching the water crown
and fall with each
splash,
my teeth were wet
with smiles, with
letting go, fear
and indecision
and remorse
sliding off my skin
with each
little
drop...

k.