Like, unlike.
We collide:
head on.
Shooting back instantly,
we ricochet:
never returning.

I stare at the wall
while you breathe in the dark
and together we wait
for our un-ripened fruit to ripen,

wait for that tiny window
of fruity perfection where
one of us will be compelled
to speak,

      “let's share this peach”
(or possibly a banana)

you see,
I do not worry about
what you are thinking

we are one with our fruit
and with not speaking

there is nothing to say
  -  so it isn't said

No chaos to spoil  
our ripening fruit

the building is covered by rain
it pitter patters on the roof
like quiet whispers to the ear
by an unknown breath
I cringe at the neck
too close

where are you?

rain flows from the cracks
on the wall
the windows are crying.
the paint is damp and cold
and peeling.

I am on my bed
shivering
lonely
waiting
to be drenched.

the room is filled
with rain

the floor, invisible
my bed floats
as the waves lick my sheets
I am cold

the falling of rain
the sloshing of waves
sounds encircling me like arms
touching my cheek
my hair
my lips

arms that
hold me by the neck
crashing raindrops like the banging in my chest
I cannot breathe.

I read back old conversations
and they are not our voices
they are muffled sounds
underwater

Once, I loved a man, who never once loved me.
I pined for him both day and night,
But he never once loved me.

He played his song for anyone,
For anyone but me,
And I pined for him both day and night
But he never once loved me.
.
His lips were moist, like ripened peach
And his arms were meant for me,

But he played his song both day and night
For anyone,

Anyone, but me.