not with a bang
The first time it rains I keep waking up in the night. Dreams that make me sweat and pant we are laying in a canoe at night and you slowly unbutton my dress it's cream and sheer everything is dark but the moon is out like on the 4th of July. You ask me to tell you the Hans Christian Anderson story of The Little Mermaid and as I am sighing to remember it I watch your hands that brush over my skin like I'm made of sand they feel calloused and cool against my body and you smooth them over me until I start to shake. It's dark but the moon is out like on the 4th of July and in the real ending of The Little Mermaid her heart is broken and she turns to sea foam and this is the only part of the story I can remember for certain.
Beautiful creature clean machine it's all glass now. I haven't seen you in almost two weeks and you searched for me and I searched for you and we missed each other and then late last night I saw the gates to your shop open but I turned around and fell into my silk sofa like a stone. Something sharp in my chest and the Halcion in my head and you you you around my heart like an invisible hand.