when we are both awake.
RainThe earth of the old grove was dry and rasped. I lay in dust and watched the sky, half convinced that it would remain empty until I became land again. Storms had come with the promise of relief, only to pass after inflicting more cruelty. Harsh winds, searing heat, burning cold.Rain by ~TaipeiSS
But no true rain.
Sure, a few drops and sprinkles had come through, but the consequences of those storms had been more ruin. One had forced itself through, ripping vegetation by its roots and flinging rocks aside in search for as much moisture as it could steal away. The ground was still healing from the last disaster and gave easily. The next had jolted in abruptly but caressed the soil so very gently. For a time, for an age, I thought I felt the rain run over my skin and fill the earth beneath me with life. My smile faded, however, before I fully realized that no water had fallen: the cold had simply pricked each of my nerves so expertly that only my chapped skin had known the difference. Though the false sto
w4mYoung professional with past livesw4m by ~TaipeiSS
will convince you to come despite that
have both done this before.
will arrive and find the familiarity
that opened you to begin with.
will create and devour and renew
together, speculative fiction of success
in lives already complete.
will ink poetry on your skin in
will conceive and birth
In a sigh,
we will acknowledge that
we are two parallels collided.
You will leave
and we will re-inter
our borrowed corpses.
will find long strands of my hair
on your clothes for months.
will nestle in your scent
tousled into my sheets.
Our hearts will not break.
Perhaps we have lived too much.