wet

i gather god's lakes in my palms,
rivers run down the hairs on my arms.
the drops in front of the spotlight
are notes, Cs and As and Gs
i want to ride on them, strap myself
into the liquid missile and fall, fall, fall.
shapes jump from the street,
the sultry lights of limos
and colors of taxi cabs.
headlights slither and taillights clean the streets.
stretch out your fingers now,
trace the patterns on the ledge with your toes.
don't dry off and don't think.
just watch the tourists
run and hide,
the lovers cry,
the homeless sleep.