Rainy Day Paper Presentation

You awoke to thunder

bolting you awake in bed. Body quivering with the first kiss of the rain

trembling with desire for lightning rods to be shoved

into your eyes

streaking from the sky as you beckon the chills

to come

from head to toe

between your sheets.

pouring into them, your soul,

drenching them in your wildest, most exaggerated dreams.

Not purified water that showered you clean,

but frigid acid-laced drops which, stinging

fell in quarter sized plops upon you rough

before you got Kinky

multiplying

your creation in a glass room filled with humming,

vibrating machines, allowing you to plug an apparatus,

press their buttons and do whatever

you want with love notes scribbled on recycled paper. Anything

involving the pierce of a staple, or a clamp for thicker tissues pinched together,

perhaps some binding apparatus or a thin plastic wrap

All for additional cost, of course.

You pranced in puddles, no protection present, and presented.

White long-sleeved tee painting your breasts black with moist,

shivering, shaking

so hard

that words came out unrecognizable

as your necklace bounced up and down with your quaking breath.

**Decided to try and write a poem in second person. Also decided to try to capture my rainy day excursion to Kinkos before presenting a short fiction aloud to class in an artistic and suggestive way. This was the result.