Bottled Up

Clouds look so pure
When the sun’s through
Not yet a hint of rain

I took the train this morning
I read the weather forecast
I brought along with me
Lipstick and a jacket

And if it rains we’ll run
Like children not yet so
Self-conscious

We’ll seek shelter under eaves
We’ll stand close
Like a human bouquet
In a silent vigil

With only our breaths
To tell of our hearts
Fast beating

Until the drops that caught us drip
On our tied shoelaces and cases
Until I look through my handbag
And open the zipped pocket
And apply the carmine

We shall stand waiting
For the rain to pass
Upright, tight-lipped