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stepping out of my home

feet dropping onto the first step, nearly

slipping as the rain begins crashing, falling

down in thick translucent sheets

blurring the whole world around me

I want to last in this weather forever

every time I believe I won’t come back

the sheets mask my sight

I can take the risk

but, I want a drive

without a fight

I could hate and thrash and cry

pouting back at home

I could dance and sing and love and moan

drinking every single sip of heavy rain and wine

with glorious greed

of that sky-fallen shower

we’re gifted with each end of November

my pores drink

like a sommelier

inviting in that first delicious drop

swashing it all around the mouth

squeezing cheeks as the tannins become full and ripe

nourishment flushes through me

better than the everyday downpour

in my musky dewy bathroom

but this,

was just like that inconceivably fine plum drink

the one we had the night we got married

cheap, sweet, and serving us

with boundless love

if this was just the wine

and it wasn’t even at its finest,

I’m looking forward to you

serving me the whole delectable feast