+ rainy day #1

my eyes sigh

-looking at you-

and hope is hissing at me.

it comes, seething,

out of our pores.

chaotic passion boils

in the kitchen beneath 'us' ;

upstairs the veins swollen,

upstairs the sheets stained.

i chained my heart to yours --

and in my prison,

i am writhing under those chains.

a smiling woman lies underneath the agony

but the essence of 'us'

stifles her.

and she's showing her scars

-again-

and no one is looking

-as usual-

> glory is your teardrop <

but the waterfall has crashed

the hunger is dying

the chains twist

-nothing-

"no"

+ c. davis

+ october 1998