Dying in Vain

Rain

His soft calloused hand
Pulls me into his body
And we dip
Droplets
Slip under the warmth of silk
And cotton
And his cherry laughter
Lights up the night
Moonlight glows
Bright
And airy
The pieces of bright ginger
Cover those orbs of light
His eyes
Take me in
Fully and gently
Yet all at once
He twirls us
Round the cobbled
Streets
Covered in cobwebs
And bits of scraps
The feeling of the
Dance
Beating through our muscles
Music drifts through the cold wind
Aching
Yet warm
And distant
But close
Wetness covers our clothes
And
Strips back
Hair