The Fragrant Taste of Rain. - Jason Reeves

She like the fragrant taste of rain

Rests in my senses relentless, restless

Dripping and diving in taunting drops

Through my blue sky barren being

And I am searching for the sign of the smallest cloud

Split to disintegrate upon the ground and

Gasping, cracking like the skin of my craving tongue

Dry like the veins of a heart without love

And I cannot tell the way she feels away from me

Like a layer to be shed

It is carved in stunning shapes and patterns on my soul

Carried like dreams to places my body could never go

Carried like dreams to places my body cannot go