the monochrome sky

differing shades of grey
accented by that crisp smell.

there's that tell-tale tingle
of knowing it's about to begin.

you stand there waiting
for the imminent deluge

to be enveloped by its entirety
to be crushed by its totality

to be caressed.
every inch of skin. tracing its way down
eyelids to lips
icy kisses down your back

waiting

to be free.

rain

pelting. painful. comforting.

you're standing there in it's embrace.
hair plastered to your face
goosebumps and sporadic shivers.

still,
head just tilted oh so slightly,
with your lips just that bit parted.

it's the sum of its sensations
the smell that permeates you
the tingle that trickles down to your toes.

like sheets of monochrome privacy.

it's so much more than everything.

jericho

no matter how high i build them
those walls of indifference

they fall.
in ashes. in dust. in tears.

your voice

like the ones of a thousand men long ago

in that one
still moment.

brings them crashing down.

you don't have to say much
each word is already a chorus

each whisper
already defeaning.

you don't know how much you break me,
every. time. you talk.

imagine

a trick of light and perspective
made the puddle look like

it was teeming with fishes
as they turned as one
flashing their silver sides

the rain drops seemed to make the puddle sparkle

like an unending firework
whose sparks never stopped falling
a stream of monochrome glitter

imagine that.
plummetting into a pool only so deep
drawn in by a coincidence of raindrops and light

caught
held
by such simple beauty

only to have it
gone, with the sun.