a book of poems

rain

there is a thunderstorm in my
heart. the rain falls in torrents,
hitting the bottom of my red,
beating paragon -- both heavily
and violently. i scream out in pain,
words of detriment and misery
filling the air around me, and i
swear the temperature dropped
a few degrees.

water fills up the pulsing organ
deep inside my tenebrous, unreadable
chest. i am d r o w n i n g. it is
ineludible that i will lose a part of
myself, but then you came. you came
into my life -- an angel descended
from the clouds above. white, unsullied
clouds in the sky that is, and not the
black thunderclouds which surround
my mind and bleed ink into my sanity.

you gave me an umbrella, to
block out the piercing winds, the
pummeling rain, and the malevolent,
unrelenting lightning. i feel the tension
in my shoulders disappearing; such a
wondrous liberation that i can't help
but shed a tear. a tear that tickle my
left cheek and make me smile. a smile; i never thought i can ever smile again,
and yet i just did!

i grab onto you, and we fit perfectly --
like a book and a mind searching for a
retreat, or a photograph and a permanent
memory. chocolate with russet irises;
maturity with artlessness; arabesque
with tanned brown.

but you hold the whole galaxy of mine
in your unwavering hands, completed
with the black holes in my mind, dark
matter that cover my eyes, and the milky
way that flows through my thoughts;
while i am just a speck of dust among
billions of galaxies. you won't even
notice i am gone.