less and less and less

the windows are down and the arms are out. the drops cascade in blankets of plush. a summer rain offering gardenias on the warmth.;

several minutes and my hands are numb. the maze of my ears waiting for/ the pulsing of/ the rhythm of/ the needles in/

your heart
your heart
your heart

your voice, your feet, the sheet wrapped and translucent pink between our limbs, under the arms of, leafless trees.

the sparrow on the bough sings the rain that streams into us both

me/without\you
in a cloud at the bottom of a well

(yeah, im the only one here now)