We danced in the rain.
Your eyes, my breath, your smile, my mind, colliding and becoming one under the tears of a starlit canvas.
The moon from her cold cave didn’t warn me; her one eye stared unblinking and milky white – blinded by apathy. She watched as we danced her life away.
The words of the majority had no effect; they fell lifeless and limp like the damp hair that clung to your forehead. They were easy to brush away, to tuck out of sight.
I thought the celestial orb to be callous. I thought the tongues of friends to be the chamber that held poison darts. It was an intervention and I saw a masquerade. Your masks repulsed me. Repulsed us. We didn’t need your glitter or shine. Our own light shone through in pregnant glances, intoxicated nights and new dawns.
I lost myself in the best way possible: suddenly, thoughtlessly.
We danced in the rain but that was all it was. A brief encounter. The rain eroded my flesh and burnt my bones. And you watched from a distance.
The words of the majority were daggers of truth. They stabbed at my ribs and at my lungs but made sure to avoid my heart.
That was for you.