Tin and Tinder

Rain always seems to precede
our constructed misunderstandings

we stand together underneath
tin roofs place hunger and lungs
before hearts and as hearts
we pace for one another
hang our skins to blend
into cream colored siding
as a sign that you can know
what thoughts are ticking by
if you only look

but our ears shield our eyes
as they forget to listen
to the truths tinning off
as rain coming hard from
gathered clouds

our honesties forgotten soldiers
victims of the fragile circumstance
we’ve built up around us
if we could only walk from under
this false tinder we would
wash away the tender lies
that keep us standing
and lay together—a puddle
of honest bone and honest
blood