Zebra stripes in the pouring rain,
sometimes I wish we had somewhere to get away
because it hurts too much to hope like this,
like us, like the droplets pounding at the wooden walls
and the wind soaring through the open window.
You tell me you love me,
with your chest pressed against mine.
Your cold skin and the bumps rushing to the surface.
Flesh to flesh.
This is how I like us best,
naked and forlorn.
Everything is falling to pieces,
rushing pixies, lost in the coil.
Flying backwards, against the torn mattress,
white beneath your desperate embrace.
Your hair is falling all around me,
kiss me and make everything okay.
