a soft rain fell on your naked shoulders.

one that made a sound like the running of fingers through your hair. you didn't seem to mind, especially. you didn't appear to care. when the sun made once again its appearance and the dead dirt scum shit grime that was washed from our bodies, our homes, our places familiar and those unknown. the places most of us would rather not remember. not see. the water that carried all these things and more, that made us feel dirty yet but for a brief moment less so, began to rise back into the sky from whence it was bourne. as it did so, silent sounds gathered, some reluctant, some willing, most unawares and unwittingly. they parted ways from the dewy drops and were caught in the boughs of the trees outside your room, tangled helplessly in the sutures of telephone lines criss crossing this town, and folded into the wings of passing birds. and their numbers grew and swelled with the last flare of the evening sun. and as night fell, so too did these, the remnants of passersby daytime voices, fall from rustling leaves, leaves grateful to unburden their tiny shoulders. they drifted lazy and lost amongst the eaves and roof tops. closer still, they swam in an airy sea. a welcome port for these weary travelers, they settled on your window sill. at the sight of your face, serene. upon seeing your breast, heaving. with feigned hesitance and a familiar and overacted reticence they crept silently in their magic way to your ear and there they grew to caucaphonous splendour. your body writhed so arduous and tender. a slow, deliberate shudder that took time upon time to build yet passed in the blink of an eye. you woke me. but whispered in my ear with a tongue i had not kissed, one whose voice i did not know. you told me to quiet, to lie back and allow sleep, sweet slumber to press upon my eyelids her pieces of silver. and i did. without question. without hesitation. i let slip my mind. to the dark sea of nothing to seek what i may find. and this is what i dreamed

a soft rain fell on your naked shoulders...




















a work in progress.














ae.