i swear that rain,
tasted sweet from that sky,
as if kissed by the sun,
spun like cotton candy,
to melt on my tongue.
i swear the wind,
speaks more than silence,
the calls of the distance,
echo in its grasp.
i swear that smile,
seemed to stretch further then,
across your face,
when in my vicinity.
i swear the chill,
of winter, common,
burns now like icy toothpicks,
on skin.
i swear that grasp,
tight, never fleeting,
felt impenetrable,
a barricade to outside blows,
i swear the pain,
overfills the brim of comfort,
leaving one lost,
maps, compass in hand.
i swear that second,
of breath, in sync,
heartbeats, identical,
fingers, interlocked,
mouths, pressed together
with perfect pressure,
ticked slower than time
could allow.
i swear these hours,
of moments, recalled,
eyesight, scattered showers,
breath, short bursts,
concentration, struggling
to find continuity,
time's course runs slow,
just as before.
but i swear that rain
tasted sweet from that sky
as if kissed by the sun
spun like cotton candy
to melt on my tongue