Rain is Much Deeper than a River.

I once was eager,

to see you and to think about your green boxers that are still under my bed.

But knowing that only drove you away,

I have become a rock of mental numbness.

No longer longing to be seen by anyone else,

invisible to the dirt and the ants that crawl over my smooth side,

curved by the swift current that invaded my structure. 

They all found this funny,

and they would hit me with their words of laughter and innuendos that I knew most foxes couldn’t see through.

But I had my glasses on, every day.

Ready to draw out the gap between my nose and my somber eyes.

Your leg was the only one I could stand on in the night>

And you were the only one I drew a line for between physical respect,

and moral pleasure.

You decided to walk on both sides of my soul.

Proving only that I would let you. 

I once had a hunter,

and he tried to shoot me with his arrow of disinterest.

But those never pierce through thick skin.

He tangled himself with green vines and the snaked tongues of other young preys.

And that’s how much I still want you
Oh, and sometimes people lie.

I dropped daylight in your lap
and you breezed by yet again.

-Swillow