My Picture: Wall poster, Xinxiang, Henan Province, China.

Last night it rained,
then there were stars.
A ceaseless weaving
of a winter echo.

The water fell together,
as the moon dissolved.
Bleeding its light,
the thickness quite
with still intent.

You flickered,
I could not touch you.
Just enough of the rain,
to bring the smell back.
From those stolen moments
and flaming fornications.