the rain's melting glass
moulding our views
and moving intentions
to rooms where it started
in grey skies and days
gripping tightly as tea melts between
afternoon darkness
the city at evening
turned pines into curtains
drifting on branches
and in sudden still we walked out between them
in tunnels so soft words can't escape we
shook them together
the snow freezing down
between coatings inside the stitched cotton
we're both waiting there as cars drive below
the rain's melting glass
and scatters through streets
and cracks in the frame
are beginning to show
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
the rain's melting glass
moulding our views
and moving intentions
to rooms where it started
in grey skies and days
gripping tightly as tea melts between
afternoon darkness
the city at evening
turned pines into curtains
drifting on branches
and in sudden still we walked out between them
in tunnels so soft words can't escape we
shook them together
the snow freezing down
between coatings inside the stitched cotton
we're both waiting there as cars drive below
the rain's melting glass
and scatters through streets
and cracks in the frame
are beginning to show