the rain looks a certain way today
in what way,
I couldn't say
but I can tell you about the sweet,
light and cool, coconut water that sat so gently on my tongue.
I could tell you about the squidge,
that sound of the liquid inside dumplings
as it flings out in a single burst.
Or the veil of heavy heat
that drapes itself on my back
lounging, and resting languidly.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
the rain looks a certain way today
in what way,
I couldn't say
but I can tell you about the sweet,
light and cool, coconut water that sat so gently on my tongue.
I could tell you about the squidge,
that sound of the liquid inside dumplings
as it flings out in a single burst.
Or the veil of heavy heat
that drapes itself on my back
lounging, and resting languidly.
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