The grey

Threatening skies, shaky ground
You stand in the centre of
A tempest, flying glass
Hurt but unmoving

Your fragile frame resets everyday
But lustrous skin deep, you remember
Braided hair like rope
We superimpose

Door left open
I bring the grey rain inside
Passionless sex
Movements in your eyes, I belied

Holding hands, standing on the verge
Refraction, your face submerged
Outside, the rain segues into sleet
A sadistic cycle complete.

Your fragile faith resets everyday.

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