sorry ≠ apology

some spa____ces
we only                           
fill
                                      for someone
while they're (gone)

it finally
RAINED in MANILA

the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats — a van Gogh
on bus windows
against red tail lights

and people held their breaths
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins — a lover's kiss
at the end of a long day

the KISS
SWEET like CHERRIES
long before you knew
how they tasted

LONG like the LINES I TRACE
with my FINGERS
in the small of your back

WARM like your BREATH
on my NECK
just before you wake up

just                                     
before                  
we
                do it
                                  again

if traveling around a star
is a fight — and
it changed us that much
— no wonder they call it

a REV⊙LUTION

love can
sometimes
feel like

it's a CHAIN-SMOKER
with asthma