Her Naked Silence

The rain at night splashing waves on the rocks pointed sparks the pellets drop like Gods loose grip Clasping the rain like a hole in the roof the water drip drops into a bucket no one can tame her naked silence ETERNAL REFLECTIONS Her face curled against a pillow out the window a perfect sunrise Her bare feet on top of the sheets Her brown eyes dreaming If I were an artist a painting brushing her hair across the canvas catching beats in a snare and its reflections.