I sit here as the rain
taps its way against my skylight
Its disjointed and syncopated rhythm
not to be ignored...
trying to drum its way into a message
I strain to capture its beat
Its pride and assurance
Unbowed to rules and regulations
of percussion
As I think of you
and our unregulated love
Our primal click
of untethered and uncivilized
meshing
Tapping 'gainst me
Impossible to ignore
