A Rainy Daydream

Though the sky created itself into a watercolor daydream,

The promise of a playdate and easy childhood reminiscences

Left a gilded taste just like the remnants of a bitten tongue

In the mouth of a doll-like kid.

“The rain will come back presently,

I feel it in my elbows and the way my curls fray.”

Innocence will create itself as scarce as flesh

On the fingers of Death, himself.

So they will play,

Subtle laughter at the irony of it all

In a field wherever the flowers smell of cancer.

Plump and untouched by the sun,

He loves the way she feels everything

With the tenderness of her novelty.

Even as the broken guarantees

Of an extended and happy life

Strangle the candy-coated skyline.

She slipped and fell,

And during a second the aches of living

Caught her by the supple eloquent plans.

He kissed her with putrefaction lips,

Life unseaworthy from her faucet eyes.

And the sky,

The dream began to crack and cry.