A thousand names of rain

a thousand names of rain
arise tonight, pronounced
upon the wires strung between us
stored in hidden signatures of fingers
etched in window breath
whose blush embosses
poems you had entrusted
to the sudden summoning
of autumn's panting fog
like the fables of the ocean
when it overruns
its challice of cerrulean
and floods the streets
between our clapboard cabins
sending shrieking gulls
and barefoot children
out into the wash
to gather with their beaks and toes
the polished heirlooms
issued from the womb of shipwrecks 
that arrived forelornly on the storm
these are the days 
of sage and quiet flood
the verdant hollows in a life
sought and saturated
by the water bearer's bruised
and heavy mouth
that presses on the braile
of wind-chilled flesh
these winds of ashen sky
like story-telling in the night
the rain of age
that plays percussive
thrumming out the note of years
whose frayed and wild tails
will spool again
arriving annonymously at the sea
when your eyes no longer search
the abacus of time
but are returned to counting
the epochal rings 
engraved within the callouses of hands
whose supple clatter
like the ricochet of crystal
in the radiating fathoms of a cave
grow slick and opalescent
with the lubricating tremmors
that you send in boiling incantations
grasping at the moon 
with ivory petaled limbs
that catch but clay
and milk-eyed dreams of god
drunk on nothing
but the breath between us





 

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[Vertigo]

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[Gatlianne]

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