The sheets were an empty canvas
Where we tried new things
Made happy accidents
Never covered them up
Outside was madness, gales
The taste of your skin
Still on my tongue

I wake and watch the rain fall
Each drop is like novocaine
Stinging me little by little
Just enough to feel nothing

The sky was starless black
Where we built fires
Made our own light and heat
Always kept them burning
Outside was enchanting, glowing
Your sensuous smoky fragrance
Still in the air

I wait until it burns out
Each spark is like history
Leaving me little by little
Until there is darkness