Slightly broken

Scratches of colour

pencil scraps

chalk out heartstrings
rendered on muted

pages.

Shreds of light

year pasts

return my leftover love
smeared on broken

plates.

Walks of sound

less kisses

ride roller-coaster stories

dripping on fungal
sills.

Touches of your

carnal pauses

echo in home-bound corridors

broken in dissoluble

sighs.

It Rains

It rains.
In beads held captive on
a sweaty brow, meandering
between hesitant creases.

It rains.
In drops trickling down
dimpled cheeks, tripping
over murmuring lips.

It rains.
In streams forming at
the corner of eyes, awash
with new born hope.

It rains.
In puddles splashed over
a pristine white, stained
with muddy expectations.

It rains.
In sheets of a sky washed
breathless face, gulping
in the sound of your name.

It rains.

It rains.

It pours.

It tickles, trickles and washes over.
It batters, and soothes and drowns,
It chokes, it chides, it chastises,
It plays, it pricks, it pleasures.

It rains.