dirty day       another dirty day but, for once, no more rain. shoes placed neatly by the door, and clothes lay still on the floor. a winding sunlight shadow wraps your ankle, arches toes. a pint glass, half filled with dust collecting water, condensation wets its appetite, casting flickers of heaven on the wall. your salty skin reminds me of oceans, waves are sighs. smile lines were drawn ‘round your eyes the first time i licked your knee, you bit the tip of your tongue and called me a bastard while you mussed my hair and all the thoughts within. now we rest in the moment held off by the fire alarm, the low battery light flickers achtung at your still sleeping visage, hiding the knowledge of another dirty day but, for once, no more rain.       - Joshua Gibson-Fraser