Nocturne with Rain

I am writing of rainfall as my bedroom burns.

We are trying to make the best of things,

we are all of us doomed. Here’s the smoke,

her vicious quickening, hungry tendrils, here’s

the moment where I write you, write rain,

& mean any nameless god that will take me as a lover.

I’m greedy. I want someone to adore on my knees.

You thunder me open, flush me through, hold me

closer than skin. I tell you I love you & my heart

is skinless on the floor, it is all that crouches between

me & my most wretched twin. The smoke breaks

my kneeling heart, but darling, we are still here.

I want to press your body against my flaming door.

I live in hope unbearable: your mouth

open wide enough to hold our flight.

This poem appeared in Muzzle Magazine, Issue 25, Spring 2020.

10.09.2026

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