Why is the midnight rain
So much more soothing
Than a dripping sink?
Though downward stains
Of rust are how we think
To cling to life sometimes
Oxidized by pleasure
We’re metallic to the bone
Easily bent, or stretched thin
As wire, conducting heat by breath alone
The torture is exquisite
When you’re sliding down the drain
Numbed by a heart’s measure
And a fortune in your veins