Stare through black beads
At trees
In the street
Swaying
Like seaweed.
My arms
Suddenly empty
And lonely
Need you
To fill the hole
Inside me.
You know
The way of the wind
In the night—
The desolate alleys
My pain takes.
You know I understand
The shadings of your soul
The same way I know
The dark tincture of rain.
But maybe I need
To say it again:
I don't want flawless;
If I did
I’d have these bare walls
Perfect and empty.
So don’t hang back
Uncertainly;
I want your soul
Trapped
In the amber of your skin.
And to be able some day
To say
It rained—
And I stayed,
Not because you were
Flawless,
Or without sin...
But were finally willing
To let me in.