Black tattoo encircles the stark simplicity of my pallid arm
Much like your warm darkness wraps around
My reed-like waist
Grayscale contacts confused darkness
I smile at both patterns
On my arm and waist
Unseen rain comforts the bone-white windowpane
Running smooth and ample, soothing its
Wooden uncertainty
A secret cycle gently builds
-- I am cradled in its circle --
I miss the rain nearly everyday
I forget its steady, stoic serenity
Its laughter pattering the walls
Its trailing shadow stalking the halls of
My depth
Fading tattoo shadows the transparency of my reddened skin
Much like I can feel the mark of an awkward lock around
My shallow waist
Doubt shouts over lonely rests
I shake in all conquests:
Real faces and imaginary life
Frozen rain contorts the dreamy, dormant chain
Scalding, scorned, and simple; sifting its blunder
An idiot’s request
Secret lovers slowly raze
-- I am trapped in this circle --
I see the snow nearly every day
I forget your mood so slovenly
Your talk dispelling the gloom
Your failing silhouette passing in favor of
the Real Me
