Gigolo Moon

It feels like it's been raining forever
I can see you right through your thin cotton dress
I said I love you, my little glacier
We watched a drag queen diva fling herself 'round a pole
But all Cupid's sharpest arrows fluttered like paper darts from his bow
I saw you hitting on that punk, calls himself poet
I watched you both in silhouette against a moonlit wall
Moving to heartbeat drums, your tongue so deep in his mouth
How could you fall for his jive, all that Jay Gatsby stuff?
And the moon preened like some gigolo at the frayed edges of a cloud
"God's just a junkie hooked on blind creation,"
Was the last thing he said as you unzipped his fly
Now heartbreak hides in the dark between lampposts
And love's dead but her shroud still fits real tight 'round the arse
I've called you a hundred times today
You must be screening all your calls
Just when the downpour started
We ran down the garden to the ferns
Even though we knew it's where the tomcats go
For weeks we'd been waiting for rain
He wanted it to be raining
Twice I dragged his head down to my breast
Not for the pleasure, but to stop his mouth
I was afraid he'd say something cruel
I could see a patch of sky through the ferns
A pale color, the same color as his body
The wind was blowing through the stones in the wall by my head
It played notes through the stones and my mind started to wander
'Til I wasn't really there, so I missed any pain
And if there was any magic, I must've missed that too