falsedawn

Blinking away the showers of rain But my eyes couldn’t catch your flighty silhouette. Your spirit, ever insatiable, has had its fill of me (You, ever quenchless, had your fill of me) Bid you vanish behind elusive clouds. I didn’t have to cry because (I expected nothing more from an indefinite lover) The ceiling tore itself open for me And it was known what is was like to be truly drenched. Ethereal skin never proved itself watertight (Do you blink away droplets of water As you breeze in and out of the flimsy film That holds the heaving chambers of my heart together?) I’ll bet you’re always cold.