you are beautiful in the sound of rain and cars passing by.
i can hear my heart pounding in sync
with the raindrops knocking at the roof
and i think you can hear it too but
you're distracted by the silhouette of her ribcage.
i want to hold your hand and kiss your amygdala
but your hands are gliding along her body
as if you were beethoven
discovering the piano for the first time.
i think i felt the hurricane whisper my name
in a voice that sounded much like yours and it reminded me
that you are a natural disaster.
well, you've got yourself grafted between her legs
and my umbrella is starting to give in to the showers overhead.
i don't know how much longer i can stand seeing you
drenched in an amalgamation of her sweat with yours -
either that or you're doused in my tears.