After the Rain

Leaves litter
concrete bed,
having succumbed
to wind’s ecstasy.
& we’re left picking
unstrung emotions
across the room,
tooth-picking bliss,
reliving every kiss.
You can feel it—
the ache of music
in your soundproof
heart, unholy tenor
in the bones of love.
The taste of purity
in the concert of ruin
after the sex blew
off your roof…