A Villanelle

She says she bleeds there too
His thoughts consume him, a biting cloud
His heart beating out a rabid tattoo

His lips brush against hers, cold and blue
Aching and frail, regret like a shroud
She says she bleeds there too

He hears the sharp crack of the heel of her shoe
Clearly o'er the coughs of the crowd
His heart beating out a rabid tattoo

Heaving and forming a salty dew
On lips that even now bent and bowed
She says she bleeds there too

Her heels click time, one-two, one-two
Her eyes frigid and proud
His heart beating out a rabid tattoo

The sun takes on a dusky hue
The rustling grasses waxing loud.
She says she bleeds there too,
His heart beating out a rabid tattoo.