Glazy rain snakes, are you lost,
wending in tandem on the pane's cheek?
You avoid my finger as I trace
your lacing knits of past and future.
I'm newly home from the pine bar,
curdled litany of flirtations
shed like a salted witch's skin.
I don't know why I do it to myself,
but the curiosity rises in me every time.
O rain, breaking and beading
on the glass lip, on the night loop,
I'm holding out my empty hand
to you, a midnight plea in hush:
teach me your way of cutting cloud
& slipping to streak an autumn eve
until you find that smiling smear
who tastes you just for fun?
The moon is shapeless tonight,
& all their eyes are locked in wax;
I'm impatient to make coffee for two.
Tsundere is a Japanese word for a plot where a character with an initially cold or hostile personality slowly becomes friendly and opens up. What if it's too slowly?