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.