blood bank

a thursday we walk in rain, i like walking like this, hes saying, silent walk, just heels on pavement and that slight in and out of his breath, just alive wild oakland streets and lovers like lovers just walking, silently praying, please keep raining, please let my hair fall the way it should, make up drip the way it does, the way it can, turn this smile inside on the corners, draw my sad lips up and show him how happy he makes me. wet hair and grinning, wet skin and stumbling, every street opens up and carries me. its raining and i want, i want, i want to not feel like im leaking, like everything could fall out the bottom, into something, nothing more than a puddle between our feet. our feet. we walk in rain on a thursday, you look like a gypsy, i cant keep my hands off his face, im in love with your honor, im in love with this place, we find ourselves outside an apartment, its his, its raining, and we could be anywhere, we could be anyone. but were not, its raining and were us and were home.