I came here thinking of you
Your fluid words flow over me
Hair plasters to my head
Wet eyelashes condense
Words run down the slope of my nose
And drip, like a leaky kitchen faucet
Form a pool in the basin, I extend
My tongue and catch a drop
A child catching snowflakes
And roll it around my mouth
Savoring the taste of you
As if I had been kissed.

02/19/1998

Posted on 01/31/2003
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