the fragrant taste of rain

she like the fragrant taste of rain

rests in my senses relentless

restless

dripping and diving in taunting drops

through my blue sky barren being

and i am searching for the sign of the smallest cloud

split to disintegrate upon the ground and

gasping

cracking like the skin of my craving tongue

dry like the veins of a heart without love

and i cannot tell the way she feels away from me

like a layer to be shed

it is carved in stunning shapes and patterns on my soul

carried like dreams to places nobody could never go

carried like dreams to places nobody cannot go