Water

Excuse the s****y title.

You are not the morning dew.

You are not as innocent, nor as

sweet; you do not kiss the emerald

grass 

in the infant hours of the day

when the sky is anew as the stars

bid adieu 'til another twilight.

You are not the ocean.

You are not as profound, nor as

salted; you do not plummet to the 

depths

of our world and embrace the

Earth with kaleidoscopic decorations

and undiscovered wonders.

You are not the rain.

You are not as fickle, nor as

bittersweet; you do not calm the very 

souls

of the living, join the trees to sustain

life or devastate the hopes of millions

with your brutal conniption.

You are the moisture of my breath.

You are the condensation extending

across the window with every

exhale,

the burgeoning warmth I feel as I remain silent,

the mist free from within on a cold day,

the wet sensation given with every kiss.

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

This is wildly beautiful.
Well done, I dig this for sure
Keep spitting those lines

Trish-