There was a man come wandering
by with silver heels and loudly.
It was a Sunday and he asked me
to dance. We tangoed through
close and warm.
Then it was a Wednesday warm
to touch you and I did.
You ran in the rain like a cat.
I called but the dull thud of
my tears fell only alone.
There love stretched
taut to crumble. And the heat
of my life felt the scald and
stars were unseen..
Light hid in drains and
you were in the rain gone.
I see you wet and reach
toward me. Dreams don't
die and I wrap the night
In paper sliced so thin
you can see thru my veins
where I have travelled
And alone.
Caroline Shank
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
There was a man come wandering
by with silver heels and loudly.
It was a Sunday and he asked me
to dance. We tangoed through
close and warm.
Then it was a Wednesday warm
to touch you and I did.
You ran in the rain like a cat.
I called but the dull thud of
my tears fell only alone.
There love stretched
taut to crumble. And the heat
of my life felt the scald and
stars were unseen..
Light hid in drains and
you were in the rain gone.
I see you wet and reach
toward me. Dreams don't
die and I wrap the night
In paper sliced so thin
you can see thru my veins
where I have travelled
And alone.
Caroline Shank
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