*The sugar-sweet taste,
Of rain,
Secrets unconcealed,
On dripping lips,
With an appetite,
Gentleness,
Lightness of touch,
Thawing, melting,
My snow,
Cotton-candy,
Feather hues,
Deep, rich blue*
Perfect things, perfect words.
Reality or imagination,
I don't care.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 5:52 AM UTC
*The sugar-sweet taste,
Of rain,
Secrets unconcealed,
On dripping lips,
With an appetite,
Gentleness,
Lightness of touch,
Thawing, melting,
My snow,
Cotton-candy,
Feather hues,
Deep, rich blue*
Perfect things, perfect words.
Reality or imagination,
I don't care.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 11.10.2011
Request permission to use this poem