Tuesday, April 13, 2010


It rains again
And I know this is love

I go back to sleep
As the vibration on the roof
Massages my soul

I am more comfortable than before
Because I can sleep better
More efficiently

This is medicine that tastes like candy
It has your face & your eyes
Your aftertaste

Drops of DNA
Are on my pillow
Remnants of my dreams


Maria said...

This is a good NW poem. I do like it when I wake up in the night and hear the rain, but I couldn't have captured it so well as this. Nice. Thank you.

Martínez said...

Yes, this is a poem the people from the NW understand. Thank you for the comment.