Night Rain

Desperation in the air
wet with drizzle,
dispirited fog
clinging to the curbs of the street.

I'm vexed
by beauty,
washed by the wild
glowing islands of the moon.

Tasting you
my nighttime companion
faithfully appearing,
pressing against my skin.

We find shelter
under the eave of a doorway,
forgetting conspiracy and doom,
fall of rain so transparent.

We reek of passion,
stripping in fluids
of the unruly girl and boy,
slapping naked flesh into the final thrust.

We are against the law,
picking up our soaked clothes,
cement stairs suddenly cold and hard...
you slip away.

The morning a clot of gray
turning me in,
an unwasteful soul of pleasure,
member of the new revolt.

They throw me in a cell
red with welts,
others from down the row
drooling and bent.

My clothes dry on my body.
I eat mush and pee in a pot.
They shove me in front of the judge
with the smiling face of Medusa.

I'm locked in her chambers
tied to a tabletop.
She greases me and takes
her bloody revenge.

In the courtyard I'm hung,
left to rot in the sun.
Peasants poke and gouge.
I swing slowly in the wind.

The night rain returns,
you are there
kissing a long breath
back into me.

You cut me down,
helping me up
to the high tower's roof,
where we rupture
the lack of heaven.