It Looked Like Dusk but Felt like Rain

I kissed you goodbye

as the thunderheads rolled in.

The whispers of our history

chased me across the blacktop.

The bitter taste of tequila

greeted me after the storm had passed

not enough to make the hours

roll by as fast as the clouds had.

Sometimes I feel like a titan

poised to cut the whole world down

at the center of a tempest.

At night I nestle next to you

the humidity sinking into our skin

layers of fabric the only thing

that ever comes between.