I can't help this crooked smile that escapes me
with you there in the rain on the pavement -
arms outstretched like picture-perfect mankind,
exhaling atmosphere in a sigh whispered, "thank you."
Splash notes across palms lifted up - hands high;
a watching hundred eyes want to hide, want to stand by -
want to understand why you ran out into the rain but
I know why...
she is a fitting image for the rhythm of the rain drops.
Watching her existence ties my insides to the same knot-
everything forgetting everything to give a spot light
to the girl who saw the world and smiled, said "its alright."
Said its mine to make - mine to change and mine to keep.
Open handed-palms forward-catching bullets-out reached :
a light touch for a world of blunt force trauma-
silence fills the noise, stills the void, a shadow of peace
across my vision as I watch from across an ocean,
where i'm sitting here. I feel her heart beat
race with goosebumps raised, hair standing on ends up-
energy colliding with the space beside her rinsed cuts
stitching patterns on her skin, knees and elbows - feet and hands,
together, with her mind and spirit call back to this demand
from life that somebody become a proper man, a proper answer
to this gift that we were given from the sand, and she's a cancer.
She came here to teach and try to save us from our sins. I'm cheering -
blocking the view reflected off the moon for those thats near her;
those who wonder how a woman finds herself so free -
I know how, because she's me.
I know how because I crawled out of the mud the same that she did.
I know how because I've fallen into dust over my weaknesses.
I know how because she was the ladder rungs I needed and
I know how because we were climbing up each others features. Its
something the earth deserves in words and actions, pardon,
but I'm certain of it - worth is what is worth it, not your hardened
separated view of all life.
Its when I asked her for her hand and future plans, and she said, "Alright."
We discovered something huge, something true, something new,
something better, some connection, some exception to the rule
some kind of blessing, kind of power, high as towers reach
for me. Its not a matter of the crowds or passing hours, she
is beautiful because she left her shelter for the rain,
and I know her name.
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