The Rain

What is going to happen
Is that it's going to rain

Rain my love
A poem not about sex

But love
The true kind

You talk of things
To myself and others

You think of things
Her long tanned arms

You will realize you love me
But it will be too late

You will cry out for me
I will be long gone

This is not a wish
But what I knew to be so

This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sun

This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sea

Where they will find us
You and me

“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.” 

― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

atonement  

Amends or reparation made for an injury or wrong; expiation

"You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches and then pull it out six inches and say you're making progress."

Malcolm X

You're my moral compass

Jesse

Passing Time

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning. 

Maya Angelou

This was the way the whole world ended. One child disappears and the sun slips out the sky. The moon melts down in blood. The earth ripples like a dark ocean.