Love In Drops

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Whenever I look up

at raindrops

about to wet my face,

I think of you

close as skin.

.

Closer than tears

dropping or the drip

and splash of faucets

that tell me you sound

like that when you

arrive to splash me

periodically.

.

You are suspended cohesive

paint, dipped and swirled,

lifted and allowed to wait

above my canvas for the last

bit of brush covered color

to fall.

.

I can not determine

when you became the cup

emptying the last nectar

onto my lips. When did I

taste the first quantities

of refreshing water? All

I know is that again

is my favorite time frame.

.

allets

08-09-15

434pm

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KingofWords's picture

Lovely!

That's a lovely pieace of poem dear Allets! :)

allets's picture

Thanks For The Visit KingofWords

Poetry should be pretty sometimes too, right? Thanks for the comment - slc