And I thought it was the opposite

Of dropping bombs

Elegant cascades of nothing

Overused magic tricks slighting

My eyes in your direction

Standing against you

Back to the rain

Neck dripping white petals 

Of Lucifer's tears 

I ask

Do you know why 

My socks are wet?

You knew it was all 

Fine and dandy 

That I would do anything 

If you had looked through my windows

Once more