Humidity was his only companion
The puddle reflected the lamps, and on
A star full of skies, one after the other
A kind of sacrifice and bottled kiss blown
Some weeks before, and just as alone.

We were impossible halves, heart-beats
Stronger than the last, something pinkish
In the blood, of oxygen and hopeful chronicle
But set the things to regress, revert
I knew he was there just to get hurt.
As a kid, to him, it was a crest to overcome
A rainstorm to stand in
While the sun flooded down.

One heel was on the sidewalk
Cigarette burning out slowly
Clouds of oil, hanging above
Burned against it a charred move of love
But, it was to an open atmosphere
The thought of mind fleeing up
And body staying here
Neither, neither he divined
Of he to she to suit her
And so he sought to n’er to take it—
So staying as he is willing, willing
To move in time, possessing
A lore, a myth without labor
Or theft.

Looking up, the **** crushed and scattered out
Strangeness enwrapped him, she opened the door
Wanting to go, both feet, on without leaving the dark
Never certain, but always sure
What waited for him in the light.