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Caught in the Rain
I wrote a secret in that dull,
Rather dreary looking cloud that looms above your home.
It looked like paper tousled with cinnamon,
And other melancholy spices of any January day.
It was reflective of your deceitful promiscuity,
Thoroughly remorseful of mine,
With a rather cynical tone of apathy
For that dull, starry-eyed woman
It contained a recollection of our
Serendipitous meeting
How the dust of crystallized Pina Coladas
Hung in that thick, provocative stench between us
Yesterday, amongst the pelting ice,
My intimate signing of tongue and cheek
Leaked onto various winding streets
And abbreviated mountains with grassy tops
Sitting on your back porch, around midnight,
I know you observed all those glacier mounds,
I know you took in every glint and sparkle,
I know you finally breathed in my warm précis
You lovingly kissed her, and claimed "I love you"
It came out as a lowly lit grumble, rising from your diaphragm.
One day she'll notice that sigh lingering in your eyes,
Regrettably, today is not that day.
[i] "I love you too." [/i]
Rather dreary looking cloud that looms above your home.
It looked like paper tousled with cinnamon,
And other melancholy spices of any January day.
It was reflective of your deceitful promiscuity,
Thoroughly remorseful of mine,
With a rather cynical tone of apathy
For that dull, starry-eyed woman
It contained a recollection of our
Serendipitous meeting
How the dust of crystallized Pina Coladas
Hung in that thick, provocative stench between us
Yesterday, amongst the pelting ice,
My intimate signing of tongue and cheek
Leaked onto various winding streets
And abbreviated mountains with grassy tops
Sitting on your back porch, around midnight,
I know you observed all those glacier mounds,
I know you took in every glint and sparkle,
I know you finally breathed in my warm précis
You lovingly kissed her, and claimed "I love you"
It came out as a lowly lit grumble, rising from your diaphragm.
One day she'll notice that sigh lingering in your eyes,
Regrettably, today is not that day.
[i] "I love you too." [/i]
Published 27th Jan 2010
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27th Jan 2010 5:41pm
There's some really good imagery in this. I think I like the first verse much better than the rest; it's got this childish innocence about it. This fresh alive burst to it. Then all these long words are piled ontop (good long words nonetheless) and things get very complex. But I like it a lot.
29th Jan 2012 6:00am
I agree with the above comment. The first few verses really drew me in but then it started to lose me a bit as it progressed. It is still fantastic nonetheless. Great work:)
