My Socks Are Wet

And I thought it was the opposite
Of dropping bombs
Elegant cascades of nothing
Overused magic tricks slighting
My eyes in your direction

Standing against you
Back to the rain
Neck dripping white petals 
Of Lucifer's tears 

I ask
Do you know why 
My socks are wet?

You knew it was all 
Fine and dandy 
That I would do anything 
If you had looked through my windows
Once more