//Her neck and all the deadly things// (3/3)

As she tucked her hair

onto her nape.

Raindrops cascaded along her temple

and sat at the corner of her

perfectly chiseled lips,

making me fidgeting from distant apart,

restless,

wanted,

gasping,

craving

to hold the moments passing by

and watch her endlessly,

being her only vigil.

With these droplets brushing

against her neck,

I learnt at that moment,

that rain had always been

a better lover than me.