Descent of Jeweled Drops

descent of jeweled drops just now, the saline smell of sleet crawled on our cheeks , dripped on the hands then sprawled out unto the shoulders of fields tingling like chimes of outstretched fireflies ready to swoop and balance their fragile rafters under garments of balmed branches--- isles of half-sunk blooms levitate as if their mouths have hungered for cups of wine, perhaps, basins of morning broth from weeks of flushed heat. there i was, drenched in the sudden pour of wet sheet unwilling to partake of such weepy welcome…no. take me, melt me have me in the sun! bit by bit, the same chimes fluttered on my chest hugging the transparent trickles in a gait of conga strut ---tunes jumping from a piano’s kiss, couples blending as one satin-like figurine, alleys glistening silver, slippery skin. …and for all the flavors and moist touch of this symphony, zeus laughed as if nothing mattered.