Often not, is prayer
In fear of God
But of our fellow man

Blackheart by the bed,
Blackheart next to me.
Lying here with you

Sometimes the **** hitting the fan
Comes in disguise as a bath in champagne
Long awaited acid rain
That immediately quenches your thirst
Blessings and cursings come in disguise
To tired, hopeful, thirsty eyes

A voice,
I was familiar with
Previously, deviously
Reaching out
For more of what she had
Before

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.

You say things
Just in the aims
Of hurting another,
Even to your lover.
And what makes you so special?