Im walking
and beside me come a man
dressed in white
no shirt.
i smile
and i wave
as though
i know him
from somewhere
unexplainable
a dream
holding me in the place
where orgasm meets
poetry
where lover meets
friend.
and its raining
the sound of water hitting concrete
with a small plip plop.
and my back numbing
as his hands rub over my neck, and spine
my eyelids heavy
they close
and i forget where i am
in a room painted eggplant
with windows and doors emiting shots of light that pierce my closed eyes
making me see red.
wooden chairs, and woven rugs
wicker chests
and golden vases
the room being built around the touch of his hand and soul
my hand
his hand
beginning
to fall to the ground
remember
the rain
the street
the wet hair
and the smell.
8:28 pm - Sunday, May. 05, 2002
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