july brings silver quavers
Ah! What could be more perfect than raindrops on a nose? -a nose ancient kings would have locked into glass jars in the coldest corners of a tomb, raindrops that only look round because the world is a kaleidoscope, and they are too tiny to have edges. I'm trying to lick the water off your face with the moist, warm side of my thumb, and it tastes sweet, although it's difficult to swallow when you're overpouring with love. It's raining inside, it's stopped outside. You can come in now.