underwater

if it rains
spattering panes
the tree tips brush by
behind the frames
the underwater comes in
under doors and under windows
when it rains again.
our dry bones lie together
sipping from the movie screens
rain that smells like
the same new things
we lie in state.
the word of love
and what it means
and why it has white around the black
doesnt fit here
it doesnt fit with the view
as we are together on floors
in cloudlight coming in under the window
in piles of arms and legs
unsure of whose is whose
not breaking just finding out
we're dry and it may be too late
to find us if it rains.

july 13 05