Sunday, September 20, 2015

End of summer rain

The water drips from your chin to chest
And I lick it up,
The rain drenching the world
With its cool touch,
And I need to taste
Where each drop goes
In order to know it,
I believe nothing I see
Needing to feel it,
Or taste it
Needing to take it inside
So that it blossoms in me,
Seeds carried at the core of it
The way rain drops
Carry specks of dust
Each bit a hint at a place
It has touched,
So I may touch it, too,
The taste of that place
Lingering on the tip of my tongue
Until I swallow,
All of it consuming me
This romance that devours us all,
One unable to consume
Without being consumed,
All this union, this push and pull
These drips of drops
We learn to know it all.

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