after all

after all,  those rains,

I learned to love, stopped,

the sun came out.

and I don’t  know how

to live without

an umbrella. I don’t know

how to touch cascading silk,

how to hold a butterfly

on my fingertips

when the wind blows soft kisses

I would learn a new language

that  could be spoken only

at the moments when

the last light

 

dies outside of my window,

only

when I drink words

from your lips

like raindrops ~c:NKO 11/11/12