it finally
RAINED in MANILA
the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats, a van Gogh
against red tail lights
and windows

and people held their breath
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins
like                                      
  a                      
      lover's
                        ­             kiss

sweet like cherries
long before you knew
how they taste

long like the lines I trace
with my fingers
in the small of your back

warm like your breath
on my neck
just before you wake up
just                                     
before                  
we
                do it
                                  again

When will we be finally able
To bottle

The silence of mountain tops
After a long walk up and the wind just drops
That smell
After the first summer rain
Just stopped
Of fresh cut grass and fig leaves in the sun
The bite of a cold winter night
And the taste of your lips on mine?

~
Climbing the chemtrail

But subject to the ladder

Our one hour empire

Stark as a skyscraper

Built to fly then fall

Has bled into a church of

Abandoned factories

And polluted rivers
~