The sun has come up- We are scarcely draped In sheets and skin, shadows and sweat thrown Through cracked crooked wooden blinds, Uriel was pouring sunshine into the openings of our broken shutters at dusk.. I could hear your blood rise- black, As a comets inner crust, Raging down From heaven Restlessly escaping Infinity. Yet, aimless. Like a drunken scotch devil- Searching for treasure With the bottle as his shovel. I could hear your pores erupting Through tiny chasms of Your skin, I want you to know- that I love you Perfectly/ Knowing now, I have witnessed you, How raindrops Are born flying, Not falling, How they crawl down The stomach of clouds, Then dive into the stone, The impact resonates through everything/ Shaking silence from The shingles of caves Lodged deep In the outstretched fingers of Earth, Beneath floating valleys that are holy, And secret streams rushing through Mid heaven, dripping down The staircase of wind crashing Through rooftops, Seeping through ceilings Where sons and daughters Dream, a dream, all things revealing!