hearts fly with heavy clothes

the drops wandered down my face
they collected in the corners of my eyes
they ran behind my ears and under my chin
they weighted my hair and my jeans

the night rain pooled in my hands
and seeped beneath my skin
it swept through my body like
the flood, it washed my heart
clean.

soaking, freezing, we found
that the rain could wash away
everything in our lives and leave
completion. bliss. relief.

consummate resolve.

the night rain collected on the road
we splashed it with our feet
and we smiled holding hands
all the way to heaven.

tortured by diamonds

i see her through a handful of
diamonds
and she is indescribably
right
she is disarmingly
unaware.

the light bends around her
and i see every color
reflected

i cannot touch her but she
wears my hat and she
smiles

i see past the dark glasses to
a landscape of memories
collapsed

i look at her and see it

it is everything but me; it is
someone else; it is the past
few summers; it is stealing my
memories; it is my memories;
it is a lesson; it is the placeholders;
it is my backscar; it is my one
question; it is my cold bed; it is
my last attempt to make a stand;
it is the only thing i've got to
fight for; it is her mother; it is
watching from behind; it is
strawberry flavored; it is a fleeting
hope; it is a loyalty untold; it is
unchanging; it is permanent; it is
open like a wound open like a question
open like surprise her head on my
shoulder
at church
open like the beach at midnight
open like it is-

what have i become

tortured
by
diamonds