"Rain baby. Be my rain baby. Be my baby with daisies on your eyelids. With the pearls in your hair. And the blood under your fingernails. Be my rain baby. Rain baby-boo." "Strong shoulders with the angel wings. Turn to demons during the moments we make love. You ask me to sing to you. My rain baby song. Kissing my lips you ask me to die, in silent torture you lie with me. I'm the rain baby-boo." Eyelids linger half open for a second. Then you ask about pain and love. "I can say; no. There must be more. or; I could lie. And say yes. With a certain distress." said his rain baby. Fingernails scratch the forearms of the lover, in a fight. With the skin remaining under her nails as she turns her head away. Leading into the room. Where they collapse. Where they scream into one another. The room they have been dreaming of for years. And years, for it. They shall remember. Itchy skin of the ill-laden man. Streaked with make-up. He'll promise to leave his Rain baby. But never leave his rain baby-boo.