Falling Into Love's Cliche

i almost fell between a rock and a hard place, it rained a hard rain yesterday and hurt blossomed with echoes of thunder, five o' clock this morning birdsong fills my ears and the ground is saturated with unshed tears, you are the shoulder on which I lay my grief, you are arms and an arm's embrace you are hands that tear open old scars, and hands that expose a wounded heart last night we loved and made love not needing introductions to the mouth of need, long into dark jungle mist, we danced like fools and roared like beasts tangled roots falling into our place in the sun.