Raindrops slug on car windows. My entire life I have felt like a collector of words and images. Blue light contours our features. Ourdifferent skin colors are negligible. His proximity weighs in on my shadows. A rainbow appears on glass.

Lightning storms outside the balcony
Its light catches the suits of our cards.
We play strip poker in humid summer,
Relief from the insolated breath of the South.
We bet pieces of gum and lengthened kisses,
Knowing to whom what is given belongs.