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.