Pillow Talk (Sequel to Small Talk)

I see you in epic proportions
Like you stripped open the earth
And emerged in a cloud of dust
And raised your arms
And rain happened.    

I told everbody everywhere
-The every body I knew
The every where I knew
(Which was a lot
But not enough)-
That where ever you went
They would be asking the self  
They knew a nanosecond before you
Became more them than they  
'Who the fuck are you, anyway?'


I imagine you naked more times than
I'd like to admit
But not because that is arousing
And not because you were always an absolutist                  
But because
I think (and you'd agree),
That you were born too natural to be anything
But self-explanatory.
 
There is only one way to end
And there are just so many kinds of death
But then, you'd never buy the idea of something that obvious
And end up leaving yourself in everything
(The every thing
I see
Smell
Hear
Taste
Feel
Be)
Else instead.

See, I don't even know you yet.
But I don't hold that against myself
Because I have learnt all the steps of
The dance sequence that's
Set to the tune of when
Rain happens
So that when rain ends,
It will end with me screaming into the  
Rough edges you left when you
Split open my skin
Like the earth
Time and again                          And rain became:

'You are the most acceptable kind of madness'