The Stars Fell Down Like Rain

The ceiling left, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of years
And different kinds of pain —
I felt your burning hot,
Your fire stoked;
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked

What is that we know when we’re set free?
The moments just before: a shadow dream
Of what’s to be —
I do not know a word for that desire:
For though we name so many things,
We do not name a fire

The roof blew off, the stars fell down like rain,
We bathed in pleasure born of fire
In a braided chain —
A license given,
Never then revoked —
The stars fell down like rain, and we
Were soaked

the how in starting

he asked her if she'd go with him
for what was a night of elegance
with nothing inappropriate
conveyed by either word or glance

so they were there as colleagues
zero shown or done or evidenced
but oh the food and drink were good
and much indulged and somehow sensed

the car a sudden kiss and she
no longer cared of right or wrong
or anything except to feel
among within this she belonged

to his hotel to hours spent
from what was maybe innocent
to fire spread with such dispatch
that all it took was just one

match