Hail comes down in dissatisfied splashes.
I watch from a distance with liqoured eyes as they catch,
clinging to your bare shoulders.
You don't smile, though you blink,
meaning I find you humorously human.
I swallow a grin as the sky deepens and drains,
hearts bowed to break sunlight within.
You mention you're Catholic on the first date,
whilst I pick at vegetarian gravy.
My fingers come to grime as you play,
orange eyes filled with sky.
I wonder what crawls within, but
hint nothing,
knowing your weakness.
Your ankles clap against barring steel ties
wrapped twice round your delicate feet.
I look at mine and notice they flop grossly,
flapjacks, marvelous comets propelling across the floor.
You smile once and buy me a candy cone.
I'm surprised you realize my favorite flavor,
Your eyes crumble to cherry.
I enjoy the Spring.
We take steps to control the sailing,
the weather beneath it all. Your hip bones peek at me
under silk camisoles,
I kiss them tumoltuously.
I love the feeling of hail on my crooked smile...
And you?
You deserve it all against your chin.
