The shelter of my raincoat
The comfort of your hand,
A symphony of thunder
Fills the alley as we stand
Beneath the half-lit marquee
Breathless in this lovesong that we've made,
Cab horns and buzzing neon
Sing their city serenade.
And you capture me like raindrops
Dancing gentle on my tongue
Taste your liquid promises
Unspoken and unsung,
Fog rolling down the backstreet
Conceals this moonlit escapade,
Against my skin your heart beats
I began working on this poem late last summer. I had a few lines on my computer and every once in a while when I thought of it I'd go back and play around with it a little; change a word here, add or remove a line there. This was about six months in the making and was a struggle because it just wasn't coming to me. I returned to it tonight after a couple months and it only took me about an hour to tweak and finish it. This poem was going to be much longer but I approached it with fresh eyes and I'm happy with the result.
If you have a piece of writing that's kicking your ass and you have the luxury of time, put it away for a while and come back to it later. But keep at it, eventually it'll take shape.