I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feetinto the night’s velvet slippersI settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.

What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.