Leaks in the Afternoon

Under this grey

tapestry of clouds

where even clowns would not

dare brighten or grin at;

I recall you.

In between deep breaths

the figure of you

a faint after-glow

of lime-greens and off-white

skin

passes by the peripherals

After deep sighs

and long evening walks

I surrender

bloodied and bone-dried

to the core

You appear.

Yet only long enough

for the afternoon rain

to wash you  off

these mossy firewalls.

-Jay Protacio Mendoza-



*written: September 20, 2014