red lip stick stains on
yellow pages, phone books and
cigarette tubes

he comes upon me like the way that
storms come upon this town
eventually, and all at once

where the rain kisses
our skin to sleep
and the thunder turns on its lights
to wake us up again

parasites that **** at your blood
come flying at you in the winds
the clouds cloak the sun,
she bows,
goodbye

make way for the summer rain
where the air finally cools
and the storms roll through