The other

I hear songs in yardless rhymes

rain-drenched fingers

In the guise of

Echoing my fingertips

I return home to incessant chirpings

Trees, naked in broken branches

Flowers, shying in damp cheeks

Tucked beneath pillows dry.

Gods play with songs

Curvilinear paths they draw

Of sins and virtues

Moon lines sunlit corners

Keeping you alone in a corner.

All evening, all along sundown

Staying elsewhere with the other girl.