Downpour

the sound of the rain on cold, lonely nights the subtle tap on the windowsill washing away the silent cries

ah, the wind that whispers calming the raging hearts the darkness that embraces these pierced and sewn up parts

that endless dribble of the storm's gloomy trail hush the mind, oh, so feeble! from its tempest and hail

storms break, the weary and worn but it takes the brave to unravel, mending what is torn

Yusimay Hablado

Would you?

If you could see my thoughts, you'd see our faces, plumped beneath the limelight skies in a meadow of lilac - our favorite smell.

If you could hear my thoughts, you'd listen to our voices, cries of laughter as we close our eyes, trying, splinting our hands above our stomach

If you could smell my thoughts, you'd smell the morning breeze breathe in, as we clamber, sweats perspire

If you could touch my thoughts, you'd feel our skin as I try to lather soap bubbles in your hands, popped or blown away

If you could taste my thoughts, you'd taste cherries, as you try to knot, enticing, alluring your lips closer to mine

If you could, If we could, Would you?

Kathleen Frugalidad