RainShowers and Astrology

The humidity puckered and stretched around us,
morphing into an impenetrable haze
that enveloped
our torsos and mahogany-framed heads.
Our shadows were so similar,
shoulders and braids overlapping,
and the identical slapping of our flipflops
on the hard packed dirt synced easily together.
We pored over Astrology for the Soul,
discussing materialism and comfort zones,
laughing hysterically at the irony
of the North Node Taurus section.

The lighting storm hit,
and we watched Zeus strike out at the Earth
as we ate coconut ice cream and drew
patternswirls on the wet window screen.
I don't think you noticed,
but your mom took a picture of us
shoulder-to-shoulder,
leaning against the sunflower quilt
in the darkness, chins cupped in our palms.

Energy flowed
through the collages&
floatycurtains of your room,
and we talked late into the night about
absolutely everything.
Guy's necks, and Buddhism, and old best friends, and insanity, and the habits of teenagers, and psychology and-

we fell asleep wrapped in roses and white alligators
with the breeze stirring
the curls on our foreheads,
and thoughts of our loved ones running
through our respective minds.

~
I slept lightly
and woke to the morning sun
cascading through
the folds of the sheer curtains
onto my face.
I turned over, smiling,
and went back to sleep.

Breakfast was popovers and fruit
with my feet tucked up on a lawnchair
and Tibetan flags
whispering against dark wood.
Your house is such a lovely place,
comfortable
and slightly disordered
in a Virgo sort of way.

My parents came too soon;
I would have preferred to stay
in the time-limbo of your garden,
watching the clouds buckle
around each other
and listening to the trees wake up,
just talking with you
about the beauty
of our lives.