Dream upon the terrace
let rain pour down on me.
I can feel your arms wrapped around me as a breathe.
Silver on our fingers.
Entwine our hands, so pale.
Held, your chest against my back, I lean foward on the rail.
Simple gestures hidden
beneath the colors in your skin.
Shaded in the surface and forgot where we begin.
This preternatural feeling
please make me come apart.
I cannot stand astray from you,
one beat beside your heart.
Pallid flesh in shadowed
in moonlight through the trees.
A platinum line of doubt within this fantasy so deep.
The storm falls on around us
in solid sheets of clear.
Thunder seems to shake the stars and lightening flashes fear.
Ebon hair is dripping.
Ink spilled on our face.
Touch me, please, just hold me
for a second in this place.
I know I cannot stay here.
I cannot make you see.
But I can drown inside the rain and I can make it bleed.
I turn, my back against the rail,
and hold the warmest glance.
A metal, poisoned kiss from you and the plea for one last dance.
What's seen of you is fleeting.
Held only in this scene.
Nothing true to you and I, beyond this silent screen.
One fading sweet caress
before you drifted into air.
And me, alone on the balcony, smiling in despair.
Now I know I don't belong here
held in your arms of art.
Slit my wrist and drown the rain,
one beat beside your heart.