Last Night I Sat
listening to the rain as it fell, loosely, out of the sky, landing plumply, making pockmarks on the lake's dark skin. Drinking cold beer out of long necked bottles, absorbing everything. I couldn't get the thought of your impatient lips out of my mind. Soft, like a sponge, to the point of distraction. Tomorrow, the sun will rise. * Tomorrow, the sun will rise shiny like a coin and beat back the sky. It will be radiant, waking to it. My world will open like a flower or a pair of legs. Love is your absent, storm-swept eyes. The lake rushes in, overturns the stones. * The lake rushes in, overturns the stones that pimple the shore. My heart re-aligns. So much for conviction. Rivers will always empty. Stars will forever fade. The wind, for once, will hold gallantly still Your smile, may or may not cross the periphery of my mind. Marriages will change, on impact, like the weather. Last night I sat listening to the rain. © Lisa Zaran
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