Kiss Me In The Rain

Walking in the rain
and in the pain
you are beautiful
as the force of water

               sculpts
                        your
                              form,

               subtractions
                          through
                                 erosions,

                 leaving
                          essential
                                  remainders

and the promise 
to cleanse you, 
the bones of your
essential aliveness 
dancing their shine 
through your flesh. 

You are beautiful
in the rain and when
I kiss your mouth,
my bowed lip above
your bowed lip,

waters dancing down
                 
                 as 
                         from 
                                  eaves.