Showers
It's like the thunder is right there
Outside my Window
On the cloud that is adjacent to the view of me
Getting the perfect angle into peering into my demiurge Window
And knocking
Trying to come inside
I imagine the cloud man squatted, arms resting on his knees
Eyes are clouds rolling forward in an endless spin cycle swatching me
Lightning for hair and silver lining for lips
He mumbles to me with rumbles
His language body parts chemistry feelings thought being all of thunder
All of air slapping and light clapping
He peals that I open the Window for him to come inside and toy with me
To say hi to me -- he knows I’ll cave in and open the Window,
I always do
And I always will
As soon as I open it, he swooshes and slides away
I close and he is back -- “Leave this Door open always for me, and only for me. You will not close this door on me. Do not let this happen again.”
I obey, and he gives me an approving nod and I bow my head submissively