prayers for rain
3.8.05
I talk in rivers
nothing languid or encompassing
never taking you in and under
with warm fluidity
the current is coarse
and the undertow deafening
speeding to shore
barely wetting the feet
I talk in puddles
reflecting the oily glow
of oil slicked rainbows
and sliding down below
dispersed by tires
thrown to the concrete form
dribbling together peices
of some sort of rapt meaning
I talk in mists
conquer the landscape
shrouding the world
with marginalized verbosity
tendrils of insight
pulling out all the stops
waiting to dissapate
under the heat of a look
I talk in rivers
running with the feet of theives
babbling in ancient runes
bathing bodies like yours
in rushing urgency
within the deep waters
hide the truth unheard
heating the uncharted depths.
posted by Ambrrrr
