Love and Loniness

It's a rainy night
when the wind beats at your door
like a man who has turned away from you.

He comes back trailing leaves and branches
He comes back in a shower of earth
He comes back with blades of grass
still clinging to his hair.

No matter how hard he holds you
He is still elsewhere
making love to another...

No matter how hard you hold him
You are still
elsewhere.

Your bodies slide together
like wet grass blades
You cling and stop the raindrops
with your tongues.

Later you rise
and pick the nettles from your hair
you take the leaves for clothing.

Your loneliness
is a small gray hole in the rain.
You rise and go knocking
at his locked front door
where his heart is supposed to be....

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