It dripped onto my skin
Fell on my nose
Glided down my arms and got lost on my fingertips
It soaked into my pores like the sun into the thirsty brown dirt
Rejuvenated, quenched, relinquished, relieved my soul, my muscles of their tensions as they floated off and up into the air, the heavens
Where they spun and danced and twirled until they dissipated into the blissful nothingness that is a warm spring morning's sunlight
That gracefully drips onto your skin like a teardrop of gold
And falls on your nose
And glides down your arms
and gets lost on your fingertips,
your soul