(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 ).