take the miles away

Please darlin, come back to me.  Not a drop of rain hits my skin 

that doesn’t make my bones ache for you.  You and me, standing 

salty and wet in the shower.  You and me, kisses sliding across 

each other all clumsy. My lips pushing hard into yours (like I was 

trying to reach something in you, unfurl some wild story from your

memory). Our little fits, quick riots of lovin. Kisses in 

stairwells and that time you took your shirt off downtown so I 

could fasten your new one.  Cigarette hanging from your lips, you 

didn’t even care. Without warning, you’ve shoved yourself up from 

the murky surface of my thoughts (sweet-wet and gasping for air). 

 Please, sugar, please.  Take the miles away and meet me where the 

rain hits the ground hot and hard.