Nick Cave (live solo) — Into My Arms
Her red jacket is soaked. I pull her arm in close and now my palm is wet too. The rain mixes with my hair products and I can feel the drops turning oily on my forehead, she’s not looking at them though.
Her lips taste of sweat and rain and the evening’s wine and cigarettes, our faces press against each other and our cheekbones fold into each other. Is this kissing?
If I could take one thing with me to a desert island it would be the memory of her blinking raindrops out of her eyelashes while blushing, grinning, laughing after that kiss, and the hot air balloon ride my heart went on.
Nick Cave says it best as usual.