You traced every contour of my body
Every wrinkle of skin that I hate
Every cellulite budge that I find repulsive
And told me that I was beautiful in skin that I have been fighting my whole life to crawl out of.
In your arms I feel whole
The weight of the world is no longer my own
I feel weightless.
Pushing myself deeper into you
So deep that my problems no longer matter
You make it all go away
You make me feel beautiful through long nights
Through tragic days
Through pain as well as glory.
You make me feel like I can do this.
Thank you.

Sometimes I hear its rumble
like a call from distant clouds
pregnant with tears
or a whisper carried on the wind
like the mournful call of a wandering soul
I stand exposed and alone
waiting to be kissed
a cleansing rain from the heavens above
soaking me, renewing me
her rough hands caress me and enfold me
my soaked hair whipped across my face
I will stretch out my arms
lean into the madness
give myself into
the only thing I know
that won't take me away.

I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain on the window's glass.
I stare, in wonder, because it looks the same as me.
Rain falling from my eyes like the water from a tempest with a stretch of a thousand miles.
I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain and think of the grass.

We once sat in a field, as soft as a child's melody.
Our hearts beating as one, together.
The sound of your voice was poison in my veins.
Our heart was a ticking time bomb of ecstasy, jealousy.

When you loved me, it was like no other.
Our bodies moving like a dance we knew all to well.
Discovering new ways to make the dance our own.
I wish I'd known you were loving another.

I sit and I listen to the sound of the rain.
Its pounding becomes overwhelming in my mind.
My breath slows, my heart stops.
How many medicine drops was I supposed to take, to heal this heart break?
One too many, my vision blurs. I smile I slip away to where there is no pain.

the clouds are as heavy
as your eyes are, with tears
don't let it rain over me.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Pittering and pattering, into nothingness.
Dripping and dropping in a steady beat.
Splitting and Splattering but soothing.
What a feat.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Small and light, crystal and clear.
Sent from the heavens above.
The gentle weeping and tear.
What a sight.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
With soft drops to the loudest of splashes.
Big but small, quiet but not so.
Call upon the lightening, your company.
What a sound.

How beautiful art thou; rain.
Washing away sadness and bring new life.
Day or night, you see through everything.
Morning or evening, your steadiness fails to change.
What a night.

Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
Broken across with slashes of light.

I exhale
  & watch
As you go
  The essence of me
Caught on the window
   A constellation
      Of condensation
       & I trace your name
    Bleeding the meaning
Of true window pane