Untouched sounds discovered
beneath the surface of what is held
so softly in the muscles of your tongue
trying to look under the sun
you got lost in your shadow
until bloated clouds floated
around the atmosphere
releasing soft rains
cleansing your hazy brain
a sound so familiar
a scent so pure and petrichor
wakes you up in my arms
i ask where you have gone
but as you begin to grain
the air sweeps you away
with my breath
with my words
that were supposed to say....
