Harmony

Written by: Hana Ryusaka

She sat, curved over the high red wall,

the rain fat about her face and shoulders

and straining off her naked toes like liquid fire.

She sang, waterlogged as her breath or bare skin,

her lips heavy with meaning and her lashes with faith, and

her hips engraving themselves in ridges like stutters

as her notes drenched the sky right back –

fell through worlds into his hungry mouth 

as he screamed prayers from his knees in the dark.

discordant melodies, all.