' U ' Poem by K K

You like the way the rain looks
Over the imperfections
And corruption
Of the road you know I'm walking on
at this very moment.
Closer to you.
And
Dangerously speaking,
To us.

Its
Another dark rain
Presenting as it does,
Pours down and drips
Throughout the drains and
Into the earths skin like active veins.
When I think of you
Everything begins to change.


Each step no cleaner than the other
Less than dirt
And Black as mud, is another
made against better judgement.

Up to your door

And into your pain.

Most of the time,
I wait at the window for you.
To shatter myself against its glass
And cut the flesh in a hallucinatory relapse
Of a presence
That won't be there.


Always,
I will tell you how beautiful it is
How In the night
Beyond the observational outlook of this pane
This very destroyed center
of an indoor nature I stand,
That I can still be impressed
By the reflection that cannot discern rain from torment
My face,
or yours.
How I cannot tell
The reality of your existence
Of a figure who stands in the street
And Looks up at me
Convince myself against the truth
In fear
of losing the muscle memory
that beats for you.