Thursday, 25 April 2013

(Day 24) Answers without Questions

Something about the hiss of the rain
And the sound of the taxi door
Stroking our umbrella
Before you empty it all over me.

Something about the moonlight
And the purple skies
Kissing like naked cousins
Drunk on raspberry cider.

Moments stitched together
Clothed in shades of emotion
And rattling shoes
Dripping in rain,

While the sound of the buzzer
Echoes down the hall
Before suddenly slamming shut
In the knife throwing breeze.

(Day 24 was wrote in the middle of still crippling back pain
after a lovely evening meal with my partner when getting out
of the taxi the weather outside looked like a series of answers
without questions ). 

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