Welcome.

I welcome the rain as he walks in my door;
wrap my arms around his damp, skinny body.
He soaks my sleeves—
cools my skin.
He walks through the hall,
each foot leaves
pools of tears, oceans, rivers
evaporated. transformed.
I press my face to his bitter chest
he runs down my cheeks
leaves trails and streaks.
He whispers in my ear a rhythm of nothing.
He wraps me in sheets of sound
hollow. patternless.
And when he leaves
I cry him—
and he runs down my cheeks
leaves trails and streaks.
I cry,