I like the thought
of the sweet sound of breathing.
I like the breadth
of time spanning shoulders, tanned hands
and sunshine on irises.
In the sun you can be more than what you are,
just like in the dark.
I like the thought
of a lover to roll through me,
like an anchor or an avalanche, a new start.
I imagine I'd like the taste of devotion.
I imagine it would taste like the the ocean and
sound just like waves crashing-
a paralyzing undoing, rewriting the land.
I like the thought of making love like art,
but the sun can be cruel
and things fall apart in the dark.
So I think
I like rain the best,
the way it makes the leaves sing
and my eyelashes cling.
No, I never could complain about the rain.