I Could’ve Used More Rain

[formal hound]

You’re here with me
Precious thing
Your eyes a hazel green and
Sea-glass smooth.
Transfixed I wait
For some divine sign.
Will I find it looking up
At this dusty chandelier
I feared as a child?
That spider on the ceiling
Idle for days—
Is it dead?
Did it die waiting
To be noticed?
Forcibly removed,
Like we’ve done with the others.
My throat feels dry
For want of more rain
My windowsill wanted it
Louder.
Heavier.
It’s been hard to breathe lately
And I know why.
But I try to distract myself from it
Because it’s easier to pretend
The snake isn’t there
Until it’s inches away
From my face.
And I try to lose myself in you
With your eyes the colors of distant stars,
And I still don’t understand how space works
But in our fragment of spacetime
I’ll cling to you,
Desperate
For something to call mine.

[opaque dune]

I really like this, I'm a sucker for the space metaphors and I love the way you use your house to describe how you are surrounded by loneliness and forgotten life.

[formal hound]

Thank you :”D