Charlottesville/Colorado

the mountains here
are pathetic excuses
for topography
I stand ten feet
from my door in a downpour
stare at their dull peaks
imagine them treelessly
I am drenched in rain
like a hasty baptism
but I don’t mind
because it feels like kissing you
many mouths have told me
no, stay, sleep
in my arms tonight
but only yours
actually made me want to