Drop to drop, summer rains to acquire
The warm breath,
Close to death,
Of my mild fire.
Wind, won't you show me,
Ages past,
Can't you blow me
In the root of my blood printing soul,
Hot as warmth
Of long ago?
Blow to blow, wind can carry
Hair to skin,
Like the way you'd admire
The way rain wouldn't bury
My wildest fire.
Won't you let rain crackle
With the zombie sounds we still dance
Of all drops blowing
Every undead romance?
Drop to drop of blood like bait
Fire burns me like art,
In the beauty of the hardest,
Wind in your eyes,
Like an artist
Of a silent portrait.
