Rain washes and soothes
Inside the tubes connected
To my blood-flow
Alphabetizing my pulses
You in the first
Row
Watching with eyes closed
Blacking out under my smiles
And my words of tender
Remorse
Waving a dance through the red
Curtains
Hiding and seeking
You're there and nowhere
Craving
Over my dead body
Stone-dead stare
Losing thoughts under my skin
My skin taking and giving nothing
In return
Rain permeating
Down on you on me
Through my ceiling
There is no bond
Other than ours
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