I want to
cut loose the moon...

you come
with sudden rain...

The old house on the hill sits empty
its still structure a thousand tongues speaking...

falling rain
turns foe...

And here we are
coursing upstream and down...

There’s a surging
under her skin...

when failure befalls,
why do you ache...

falling rain
turns foe...

I write notes
embellish days with sentences...