She Comes in Rain

She fell in sheets
like the rain
in wet whistling fabric folding in
   on herself
her purple past-time
orange slice lips
heaven's laurels lathering in whispers
well done

shush those sultry tears away
a flood cometh for the front lawn
for that soul
laissez-faire up on some stout limb
a flippant tail
yellow eyes

dried blood in her smile
wet
her fangs.

TA