Sandwich (draft 3)

In the cold rain
without a coat
I dream of perfect love, where
downpours lachrymal
seem happy tears,
and she

saves me for
a shelter warm,
a buttered toast made hot
between her warm embraces

Sandwich (draft 2)

In the cold rain
without a coat
I dream of perfect love, where
downpours lachrymal
are happy tears, and

she’d be a shelter warm,
a buttered toast made hot
between her warm embraces