before it started to rain

i was standing there
like yesterday's re-run 
white wife-beater on
beneath a horizontally striped polo
where blue was imprisoned upon my skin

 

 

nothing

like reality was bluffing it’s activity
my pants
muddy and grey
from rubbing against this

black Toyota Celica
which hadn’t been cleaned

in a couple of months
yet there really was no reason to

until the clouds broke,
like a scab bleeding heaven,
and she walked straight out of the cloud
to the top of my house
and climbed the rest of the way down
to eye level
so that I may describe beauty
eyes dressed in hazel,
she smiles like my mom
when she laughs

I could tell
in anchor blue jeans
knitted christmas sweater
without the green
just to prove
not all Angels are draped in white
 

She approached
and smiled at the sweat
making puddles directly beneath my hands
i’d describe myself as nervous
but nervous is a bit more certain
Her hand to my wrist
just to escort my path for the evening
we lay on our back
noses to the stars
as she gave me directions
to her castle in the sky
is in lower valley heaven
i said “word?”
we shared our future in a kiss
whispered softly between our lips
announced Her return tomorrow
and she started back
the same way she came
climbed back up my house
into the clouds
before it started to rain.