SnowyDnB

and this is the place where the stars meet the rain teardrops on the windowpane shadows baby-soft in the flickering cradle of night. and this is the sound of my breath curling into emptiness your silence like poison wrapped in a shiver of wind as it rattles the glass. and this is the prick of half-moons on my palms sickle marks set by the force spent to trap my traitorous hands as they long to trace your lithe limbs. and this is the scent of wet leaves on the window and long nights claimed by the curve of your arms as you wrestle the pen from my fingers knowing without knowing that i'm already writing the end. a

the wind rattles against the windowpane; snow is coming soon, although it is April and winter has been silent. my kitchen is gloomy as the rain comes down, teacups tinkling in their saucers, and I sit on the floor, thinking, thinking. the smell of cold coffee and old garbage is close and my foot has gone numb. there is some unknown cloud that lurks behind me, but I am dry, somehow.

laden with sky we stumbled and painted mockingbirds on loveless branches folding in our slender limbs and ducking under our own voices, fidgety and frail against the wall of night. between the dipping blades and drawn shoulders we learned to craft our words steady-soft, a drumming rain that carved canyons in open hearts and drew the sunshine to our supping lips. keen-eyed, we watched remembering the weight of unseeing eyes and scalding remarks and we learned to slip the noose-knots and slide through the soul-cracks and somehow build kingdoms under upturned noses. with lyrical uncertainty and tender determinat

It started when space imploded you pulled me back, landed me on the moon, so we could sit in the vacuum silence and watch suns spiral down to hell. You radiated, my minuscule flare, your worn heat baked my bones brittle, but it somehow made me stronger. - It ended when your eyes slid lateral, fractured feelings leaking out in tears; it was the first and last thing I ever saw again. This ridiculous happenstance, simple in its impossibility, was what broke us apart: While solar light is beautiful, it blinds when reflected by automobile metal.