We Danced In the Downpour
We danced in the downpour
The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving,
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire tracks,
straight lines on the damp asphalt
Staring up, dreaming,
still feeling your good night kiss,
wondering if you know
I am nothing without you,
my life is because of you
So many years spent floating,
blurs in lingering dark shadows
curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,
broken bleachers where others met,
and I watched, fearing never me,
darkness would be my hand to hold,
lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes,
a clean plate in line for desert,
they just ran out,
vanilla pudding disappointment,
and it was...
I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light,
as I notice the lamp in your room is out,
when did that happen, where was I,
and the drizzle coats my glasses
A chill claims me as the street light flickers
and I suppose it's time to go
in these saturated high tops
squishing as I pace this sidewalk
of smeared chalk masterpieces
My heart aches again, my life, this night,
every night on an avenue to the border,
is truly nothing without you,
an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,
an existence worth the lint in my pocket,
a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted
on walls of off-white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat
and I wonder if you know...there is no other,
none that can compare,
none that could ever be,
no one will ever touch me, thrill me or
love me like you do and I will not be...
I will not be, I can not be without you
Turning to leave these clinging shadows,
sighing I want you but the hour is now late,
you’re probably in bed, but
any time away from you is lonely
The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain
all but blocking my view, blinding me,
when a hand on my arm spins me,
it is you, drenched, smiling brown eyes
on this dreary night as you tell me
you know, you know and it is me
and you mean it, I can tell
We dance in the downpour,
it is us and we are in love,
to the melody of the rain,
our song, they are all our songs,
kicking puddles and laughing
with wet eye lashes, kissing,
soaked with love,
with devotion and sunny days,
moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other
on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light
and forever...you and me
Good night Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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