back in the rain
I danced in hopping circles
when I could have
come to your door
and dripping wet
asked for a kiss
to make me fall in love

thunder rattles,
and back then, I had started,
slipped into a hole, stuck
waiting for the sun

cold & wet hours later
clean, covered in mud
the bugs came crawling out,
their legs busy to go an inch
and I awoke to life

So- now, I no longer want you
in your poetry mask of death.