Failure

On some rain-soaked evening
let us meet once more—
in the trembling air, bodies damp,
if I could just hold you close
you wouldn't be able to keep from loving me.

If you touched my wet hair, ever so gently,
all my silences would dissolve in tears—
and once again I would fail
to hide these rain-blurred eyes.

Why can't I come closer to you!