When it is Raining - Athena Chu

Hold onto your skin
the cocoon for the skeleton
we leave behind
The passing is ours to
make frictionless love to
as we blossom from
an unknown sky
While we watch the living
slip through the branches
water slide between
our woven fingers
breath escape from
our guarded lips
the soil wraps around our feet
and we give in

When it is raining
fold into the tender wind
Gravity leads us
to the root of our memories
a deception softly carved
from a sun that does not exist,
a refined reflection running
along the curve of our mind
While we consume ourselves
in the trickles of being
of how our bodies grow
toward the ending like
lilies following the light
the rain comes to a rest
and we forget
if we had ever felt it
on our skin