I couldn't help it
in that garbage bag
dripping
yelling
“What else to do!
For the night we'll scream love.”
and you went on running through the rain
the lights
from the street lamps
and neon buildings
shimmered off the soaked cement
I could taste the grass
smell crawling through the
damp air
where your breath held still
like I had you in my arms
and you kept running
we sprung from roof top to roof top
never loosing footing
falling like the rain
stretching out my fingers
just to catch a glimpse
of your dress swaying with
that gorgeous movement ahead
you're a damn good runner
“Catch up, lover!”
you yelled it back
with that mock tone you use
the one when someone says fool things
I kept reaching
but that flower print slips
flicking rain in my eyes –
I miss the alley you turned down
meet again
my soaked city girl