the storm
tiny drops of you
pour over me
gather me
scatter me
build a storm inside me
between you and me
make it rain
poetry
pink fire
you are fleeting
as the sun drops below the edge of the earth
taking with her the day
that long day of everything
wanted
the everything that echos and disappears
and she leaves you shimmering
in the echo
and disappears
watermelon
this split watermelon’s
sweet red flesh
glistens wet
with cool black seeds