it finally
RAINED in MANILA
the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats, a van Gogh
against red tail lights
and windows
and people held their breath
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins
like
a
lover's
kiss
sweet
like
cherries
long before you knew
how they taste
long
like the line
I trace
with
my
fingers
in the small of your back
warm
like your breath
on
my
neck
just before you wake up
just
before
we
do it
again