played in the rain.

so last night i played in the rain - with biddi.

atlanta had gotten to be too much
so for a few days, he said, he wanted to check me out.

the weekend had been spent with sheets covering what's important
and every so often we'd put on backpacks and move among the millions
in manhattan's union square - 5th ave - canal street - chelsea.

monday morning he'd leave as though he had never come
and for what could be months we'd both be semi-single again
and that life wasn't designed with me in mind
so under covers and over bowls of captain crunch and lucky charms i begged him to stay.

he couldn't so we broke the hours into seconds so it'd seem like we had longer.
in those seconds we made as much love as possible, creating pleasant smells on my new mattress, and new focal points on each each.

we left the window open, and turned the heat up high
because we both love to sweat.

we listened to etta james and tweet
and tried to seperate the tears from the beads of perspiration.

the tears never made it to my chin.
they fell into his.

i begged him to stay longer.
he couldn't.

sunday night we sang on trains
and danced in streets.
the walked close to skyscrapers - me behind him
hoping the rain would be considerate and go around us.

the streets found themselves empty
but no longer thirsty.
i presented biddi with arms around his waist and lips to his neck - then ear.

he squeezed my hands back and we stood under the scaffold watching the new rain introduce itself to the old.

i released him from my arms and ran into the rain laughing.
i refused, this time, to let the tears and sadness show.

he joined me
and we kissed at the corner of WALK and DON'T WALK

he promised to return soon
and i laughed louder and longer as the rain ran down my face.

so last night i played in the rain - with biddi