tonight is thick with heavy drops of rain and the weight of lightning, just above the line of the clouds. i walk out to the porch and say come and watch the lightning and you say coming as you open the window. out there all i am watching is the shape of your face in the shadow of the night, the knoll of your shoulder making way for my arm. this is the place i live, i think, the place where i am wearing your pajamas and it is six pm and we are cooking.