August Rain

[tectak]

My snake belly, waiting to be filled
He lies inside bound by quilts, twisted by the day
begging for sleep, mental torment, his eyes role shut, -Do you mean roll shut?
but pain keeps them from slumber.

She moves cups in the kitchen
I can hear the clatter, precious water,
drips on the drainer. He has no voice.

I lie outside waiting to loose my tongue,
from linen to mortar to blade of grass his mind calls,
she hasn’t heard, his words locked inside, then hear me,
let me, fulfil my simple task, as tap tube and water.

His serenity, recurring thought, stroked by heat,
these days hurt her more, yet strong the disguise,
an idea starts to grow, one sentence softly spoke
days ago, when his whispers could be heard,
never august rain.

She wants to help, take his pain, her eyes drip again,
but today is different
understanding quickens her pace,
no time to waste, if she is right riddles solved
could it be, could it be?

my belly fills to bursts a vipers kiss
ha ha, I answer his call,
pounding on windows
belting down gutters
rhythm of first drops
rain dance on roof tops.
I carry the drums of droplets
tranquillity tapping on tiles -tranquility ?
sleep streams through his body
smiling as he hears our placebo

slowly he sleeps,
we cry our tears in the garden
her clothes soaked we stand together
the rain and the maker.

She, he, snake, maker, i wonder what others attribute each of these references to.

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I am really trying to connect the threads of your thoughts in this stanza. I can sense dramatic intent but then I get snagged on what the hell is a tap tube....and how can it it be a task?

I think its a quick description of a faucet, pipe, and the water that flows in it.

It is a simple thing to twist a faucet on a tube "pipe" and for water to flow, his simple task has something to do with the words he has not spoken.

He thirsts, she brings the rain?

Oh. I could not fail to disagree with you less....so I'm glad we are all clear, now