it finally
RAINED in MANILA
the thunderclaps were orchestral
the water splats — a van Gogh
on bus windows
against red tail lights
and people held their breaths
as the first drops of relief
hit their skins — a lover's kiss
at the end of a long day
the KISS
SWEET like CHERRIES
long before you knew
how they tasted
LONG like the LINES I TRACE
with my FINGERS
in the small of your back
WARM like your BREATH
on my NECK
just before you wake up
just
before
we
do it
again