You watch through dusty windows

and create little hearts upon the glass

just for him.

Shadows fill the room behind you,

whisper of skies trembling with anticipation

of lightning storms.

Electrical jolts in your fingertips

in the tips of your toes

you know it's all for him.

Black metallic monster as beautiful as

the thoughts crashing in

your brain.

Holes in rooftops big enough

yet not big enough to conceal

the hole in your soul.

Sounds of thunder and sounds that delight

tiptoe and tell you that

it is time.

Point up, higher and higher

till it touches the heavens

and busts open the sky.

Rain down, down till there is

nothing at all

but fragments of the clouds.

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