When rain miraculously touches your body
isn't turned into glass.
The constant gaze of rivalry.
Barefoot across the fields you run,
Nails in a dream.

Barebones,you, against
the water,dreaming,
pearls in the night
"Dancing in the courtyard."

"You stand out", they tell you.
Tight passages that murmur,
the sound of your steps
I yearn for walls to not mimic them

"Dancing around the corner."
Pearls on her neck, chained,
You too, seem to enjoy the attention.
Maybe, "I stand out to her."