Attic Windows

Awaiting the day when raindrops will stop mimicking the falling of tears and I can breathe again. This intoxicating presence of your scent, or your eyes, or your smile causes a smile of my own to slyly position itself on my face. I find I cannot wait for the lingering company to slip away so that we may flirt with the gods and fate itself--as if we are afraid of nothing in the space of a moment that we have together-its as if it is forbidden.