A Raindrop Kiss

like wisps of steam falling from above,
To this affair heavy to the heart,
This is all I needed ,a feeling just like touching a wet corn husk,
On this same I had religious inclinations and silent prayers

My love for longest time,
Yet again beauty dawns on me,


This little establishment granted enough,
Firing imaginations like sparkles of fire from a pine charcoal,
I felt no need to moisten my eyes,
For this our little thing ,there had been hints,
But ambiguously brief to adequately explain love that felt on my joyous side of the lung,

We had everything before us,
Like we had nothing before us,
It was the spring of hope,
For my lips had been dried ,dried like grass leaflets still with sweet scent, slightly musky
A kiss wet to take away a bad taste of too much reality.
It was raining again,
Expressionless when you touch me again,
It only takes one rose to lift a smile.