This Arid, Cloudy Night Sky
Your caressing fingers wrench back my
Unforgiving stubble
Like a cursed tiger
Pushing back the blades
Of barren grass
As he prowls, hungry for the
Almost inocent prey.
I throw away your terrifyingly
Loving fingers
As the wind from the half-open window
Slaps my face
For not appreciating the beauty
It's shown me.
I feel like this arid, cloudy night sky.