Rain

The rain is like laughter.

The black devils of my brain

Have leaped outside the window

And are laughing at me.

(To W.)

Come, thief, an epic seethes within my brain

I will condense it to a sigh

And breathe it in your ear.

Come to my arms, the mad words start

There is a sonnet in my finger tips

There is a lyric bursting from my heart

I will condense them all into

A single kiss upon your lips.