[ kissing in the rain ]
Wednesday, October 13, 2010 by Erin Collins
The frigid rain sizzled
on the baking asphalt of my heart,
sprinkling wet scorch marks
where hatred once kindled.
Pleasured hisses drizzled
from the heated space between my lips,
where your kisses belonged
but only loneliness dripped.
The coal-black pavement
slipped into a skin of wet leaves,
just as the rain licked away
all that I left vacant.
The warmth of the moment
left something parched in my chest,
withering from thirst,
aching to be quenched.
The tinkling of the rain
melted a smile on my face,
my tarred heart still blistering
despite our burnt-out shivering.
