Copyright (c) 1997 by Annalee Newitz
the cold and
or I could start by saying
the damp trees
either way it reminds me of sexual tragedy
once upon a time a young woman
embodied the rain
and ever since year after year she has been doomed to repeat
its crazed and pounding darkness in her mind
no matter what else has happened
she finds a fallen, bitter water icing up in her
but unlike a true freezing this does not retire her from agitation
and instead she grows brutally passionate with it
bringing her blue lips to yours
in an almost necrophilic, almost repulsive expression of desire
however I don't know what you think about it
the ache of sunlight
or more voluptuously
the gorgous horror of sodden leaves
and mud-swollen fields
it makes me want to write love poems about the apocalypse
10-8-97
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