When Solitude Becomes A Storm/New Poem (Rough First Draft)
When Solitude Becomes A Storm
My eyelashes are nails on bark loud
against my bed covers, and the rain
sounds like heavy footsteps.
You’re not here to kiss my shoulder,
gently say ‘hey, are you falling asleep?’
It’s hard to alter the course
my heart wants to take.
I wear the memory of you like
a warm coat tonight. A warm coat
with a bottle of liquor in the inside pocket.
Outside, the moon has soaked
up the rain, and the night is starting
to get beautiful again.
I remember there was something
striking about the veins
in your forearms.
I want to trace them, gently press
the pale blue, healthy pipes.
I’d like you to know what my soul
tastes like. I want our bodies to get
drunk on each other.
I want the moonlight to spread
to everything so I can find you again.