the rain kissed the pavement tonight
they relaxed into each other's arms
sighing
the rain promised to stay awhile
(a lie
but just a white lie
a little lie)
the pavement laughed
and said it wasn't going anywhere
anytime soon
the rain poured out
affection
and adoration
that lazily pooled
into puddles
on the pavement's dark face
a street light
illuminated this cool affair
soaked in a spray
of hope
the rain came like a hurricane
rushing wildly around
the pavement was solid
rock solid
and stood it's ground
I stepped out
into the rain
and it extinguished
my fire
inside
and my cigarette
and under my feet
the pavement groaned
because I kept it dry
away from its lover's tears
and promises
the rain
flighty as ever
kissed me, too
and my skin felt clean
my soul felt clean
the rain's kisses
so much more pure
than any other kiss
I had ever had
I felt so clean
for a moment
but I wasn't really clean
because the rain gently
rolled off
my skin
a tired shell
of something that once was
but will never be again
the rain wasn't clean
and I wasn't clean
and the rain kissed me one last time
a sweet kiss
full of empty promises
but void of hope
because I looked down at the pavement
and saw it was drying
forgetting that rain had ever
graced
its dark and weary face
and I looked up at the clouds
just to see them close
and the rain moved on
to kiss someone else's
tired skin
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
