Oh sweet crystal pebbles upon my cheek
Weeping sweetly into my waiting palms
Your bike is harsh and cold and makes me weak
Yet soothes my mind like the smoothest of balms
The earthy succulent scent of your mist
The olfactory promise of new life
A simple smattering upon my wrist
You cut through me like the blade of a knife
I choke and sputter at your promises
But your whispering is so persuasive
My mind's edges have lost their polishes
You are my one and only abrasive
So please continue to fall upon us
Oh rain wonderful rain so glorious
9/28/2020
YOU ARE READING
Poems, or Whatever
Poetrya place for me to keep track of the poems i write, mostly for school, some not - some of these are several years old, oops
