her stars
grew quicker
thicker
more glittering
like fishspawn
than sea salt
turning on stalks
twice curved
bursting
with sound
if only
she could
hear it
hypothermia
the rain soaks me
with its rebuke but I make
no submissive cry to its repeated
soundless splatter of disdain
nor wipe its grief from my face
for I embrace a quickened pace
against its persistent falling
that drapes my nakedness
in veils of mist tho its cover
has left me shivering from exposure.
but defiance breaks upon my heart,
and I can bow only to its beat
and wrap myself more closely yet
in the sodden mantle I have won
from my brief time in the sun
and wait for memory to close
around my wordless conclusion
like a story that has come untold
it is only silence that is cold.