I saw the half-face
Of the Moon
And thought of you…
Your lovely profile
Haunts
My dreams,
A cameo of
Everything
I want and need…
But in my dream
Your lovely face is
Averted,
Turned away from me
And everything I offer.
Why must it be
I covet solitude and storms
Rain,
with its geography
Of distance?
Deprived of magic
wonder wanes
And perhaps it’s true—
I need a storm
to distract me
from the bane
Of my existence...
And rain,
to hold me in her glassy arms—
cover me with wet kisses.