Wet Lips
The raindrops fall, as if with purpose,
teaming with others in their meandering,
and then frantic descent ~
their petrichor sweetening the ozone
like God's earthly fondue...
While indescript perfection lingers,
and daydreams are lost in the essence.
As, a single drop drips from my brow
~ I watch it slowly fall to your lips...
Write Jan. 20 for Nette Onclaud's Let it Rain Contest
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