sunlight through
inclement clouds
leave a pearlescent
miasma drifting
through the dusty
sliding glass doors
a silvery slivered
sun silently lurking
in a jealous nimbus
just above possible
storms in accumulated
curious cumuli culling
golden notes of love
to dissipate into
motes clinging to
the obscured panes
keeping my words away
from her mercurial heart
quicksilver kisses
absorbed by the clouds
leaving a silvery
suffusion smothering
the city in potential rains
which never seem to

fall.