Was raining grey the day we met wish I knew that flash of blue you showed me. The next time we spent some time the day was alabaster words got inked and stories told of sexual disaster wish I was the wind that blows through your hair across your skin, that you showed me. Wish I knew the reason. Wish I felt the pain. Wish I lived the moment. Wish I knew the way to stay unchanged. Was raining red we met again secrets bloomed the dance resumed said to you I wish I was your lover. Was raining silver, pink and purple the conversation on that day was naked, kneeling, beating, reeling, breathing slowed anticipating what we knew that we would do if we were lovers. Wish I couldn’t leave you. Wish I felt something else. Wish I knew the buried years, can’t seem to find the time or tears. Perhaps the flame’s the only answer, rich, red blood the only cancer. Wish I knew what she would do If she knew that we are lovers.
