Rain Maker

you crush shadows
in the palms of your hands
overflowing from your fingers
reborn from your touch-
an endless spring
clear, wild & innocent
like fresh rain puddles
in the face of our quiet sun.

when you pin me in your arms
just as tightly –
i wonder where the darkness goes.

©️Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

Under the Canopy

Blistering light –
love undaunted – inundated by
the burn marks on my heart.
I speak too much of the dark
days passing subtle
through your light
that I return bright even
when I am blinded by it.
What I mean is
you grow in me, like
forests kissed by sunlight
touched always with cool
shadow and warm
embraces.
The thought of losing
this engulfs the trees
in ash – gutters smoke
into punctured lungs
and leaves me barren
to a world lush
somehow without you.

 

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

San Francisco

It was cold as fuck the first night and every other night after. With our arms linked, our knees knocked and our needs on high we stayed warm in the glistening orbs of light – the kind that manifest when you squint your eyes in a dirty city – alive but kind and wanting. The air smelled like salted seafood but Bronze Goddess lingered in my nostrils – tasted like Katy Perry lip stain and wove a trail through the open buttons on her blouse, settling on a place entwined around our fingers – passed the empty stares. Sometimes a chill, colder then the city night, would creep across our shoulders – we’d lose it – in the heat of song, sang from the corners of every street that’d long for a fame that bellowed for God’s hand before the world’s end. And that was just fine, those endless sighs caught in a time too short to appreciate but long enough to know my life would never be the same without her.

On the drive back home, the Universe came crashing down on the roof of the car – the moon grew too big and we rode too far trying to lose a race against the lamp lights that led us home – to a time lapsed before our eyes and caught in the shadow of the life we left behind. She shook it off though – left rubber on the asphalt – a kiss on my hand – a twitch between my legs. When I collapsed on the couch, greeted by tiny hands and missed ‘mamas’ it still felt like my back was curled against the comfort of her care and soft into a King-sized mattress. Against the stillness of familiarity the city built itself into my dreams where I keep us there. Where I love her always.

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2018 – for my love

San Francisco
We took this picture together from the top of Lombard Street, San Francisco.

 

The Quiet Days

a calm settles over me,
warm rays on frigid skin
soon i am bathed in amber
kissed by the sun yet
in truth an umber
dark & inviting all within
a closed splendor
there her touch removes
any trace of the battles
before her reign
and i am drenched
in a Love that seeps into
the quiet Earth
deep into the cracks
of all its mending hearts.

 

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2017-2018 for my love.