Lack Of A Kind

One choice and another

Are pieces of skin.

They leave an aftertaste:

It's acid,

It's sweet:

Just drops to glass to skin.

 

Out the window

There's uncertainty

Caressing me:

Scratch to skin

Simply

One soul or the other:

A choice.

 

Rainy blessing,

Open mouth,

Drink up!

The air stings:

Beams and shudders to skin.

For one and each other,

We thoroughly thrive through it.

 

Occasionally another 

Beloved doubt.

Remember:

Alone there is absence of skin.

 

So we remain,

Pressing cornered mouths

Against the window,

For one and another

Are pieces.

And the endurance 

Makes them be.