Rain covered his bones

Instead of flesh
so when we met in dingy rooms
I was swallowing storms
and lakes ran from my fingers
after everything I groped

I could never forget lightning
screaming from his eyes

torrents

when I picked up a battered suitcase
containing the dreaded
“nomad heart”

And, his teeth, a perpetual grin
the floodgates I feared
would never open to bear
a ship like mine