The sky’s eyelashes Give their Eskimo kisses To my windowpane. There’s no screen to catch The soft breathless tip-touches, Clouds blush bright lightning As cold glass brushes Their most subtle tenderness, Sealed invitation.
Posted by jacsprat in Uncategorized Tags: clouds, eskimo kisses, invitation, lightning, poetry, rain, raindrops, rejection, storm
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